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I was sitting on the bus on my way to school listening to some random songs on my iPod. I decided to doze off a bit since I wouldn’t get there for about 20-30 minutes, and I didn’t sleep much the night before since I was studying for my midterms next week- so I was dying.
I was woken up by a slight movement in the seat, I opened my eyes and looked to my right and saw that a girl sat down next to me. It was a girl I had known since 5th grade, Becky. She looked at me and smiled and asked if I minded her sitting there. I quickly proceeded to tell her it was fine.
Becky was a pretty fine chick, she didn’t have a huge ass or big tits, but her tight body and choice of clothing always made up for her lack of sexual attributes. She was wearing tight leggings and a tank too, which showed off her b-cup breasts.
She leaned over and grabbed my iPod and asked what I was listening to. Blinded by her beauty, I had forgotten I was listening to music the entire time.
“Drift away by dobie gray, I love that song!”
She quickly reached for my ear bud and quietly started humming the lyrics while leaning over to be comfortable with the bud in her ear.
All I could concentrate on was her tank top, I had a clear view of her cute and perky tits- when I noticed something. She had no bra on! I saw her nipples were a little erect, it was a bit cold that day. Fuck they looked great. I felt like grabbing those cute little nipples and gently squeezing them…
She quickly caught on, she looked me in the eye and blushed at the sight of me watching her tits in all their glory. She sat up straight and took out the ear bud.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…”
I quickly interrupted. “No it’s fine, IM sorry.”
She nodded and looked down at her legs.
Damnit I’m a dumbass!
We soon arrived at school and she got off the bus first, letting me see a clear view of her tight little ass in those leggings, which had ridden up into her ass. Fuck she looked sexy. Why was I barely noticing now? Oh well… We dont really talk much, especially since we have no classes together and have completely different social groups.
The day came to an end pretty fast, Fridays always seemed to zoom by for me, unlike other kids. I guess it’s because I have almost straight A’s and have some type of entertainment in most of my classes.
Before leaving my AP calculus class, the last of the day, my teacher Mrs. Anderson called me aside and wanted to speak with me.
“Andrew, your grade in this class is far above any of the other students, including all of Mr Calderons AP calc students as well.”
I had always been great at math, it just stuck well with me.
“I want to offer you your final right now, instead of having to wait until the end of the semester.”
Can she do that?
“I want you to tutor one of Mr. Calderons students, she has a very poor grade, and we believe the extra attention could very much help her. I’ve already talked to her and Calderon, they both are fine with it, and just wondered if you are interested. You won’t need to take the midterm or final if you agree.”
Really? Fucking awesome! All I have to do is tutor some dumb chick and I pass, fucking deal!
I agreed to tutor her, and she said that I could go ask Calderon for her info to contact her, since she most likely had left the school by now.
I went over to his class and saw Becky talking to him. I froze for a second, admiring her sexy ass once again, man I’d love to fucker her…
“Ah! Andrew right?” Calderon waved at me to come over.
“this is Becky, she needs help with her Calc course, and mrs. Anderson said you’d might be interested in tutoring her”
Oh fuck, this is getting interesting…
“yeah I actually just spoke with her, I think it’s a good idea.”
I looked at Becky, who met my gaze with a small smile
“great! Well I’m about to take off, but feel free to use my class to work on your assignment Becky. Andrew you can stay and start helping now if you’d like.”
Me and Becky looked at eachother as if agreeing to stay and work here.
Calderon left and soon it was just us two, alone in the class with just a desk separating us.
We began working on a packet he had given her class, she was pretty bad, she didn’t know much.
We went over derivatives, anti-derivatives, related rates, all these terms she had no clue about.
Soon she began grasping the concepts and would jump in excitement at understanding what I was teaching her. Her tits would bounce a bit, man that was turning me on a little… Heh.
She was gorgeous, perfect complexion, amazing blue eyes, long blonde hair, and that tight little body. I was focused so much on it, and her on Calculus, she never noticed my occasional glances.
After we finished about 1/5 of the packet, we decided to head out. I asked if she’d like me to walk her home, but she politely rejected. Oh well
I started on my way home, and felt like I was being followed. I turned to see her behind me about 20 feet. She laughed and loudly said “I guess we live in the same direction”
I smiled and tilted my head as if saying ‘come on’
She caught up and walked next to me. There was a bit of an awkward silence as we looked at which way we were both going. She lived on the exact opposite side of my street, across the intersection. How had I not noticed this morning?
“look, we live real close!” she said with a surprised expression
“yea… I guess we do” I said
“that means you can always come over and help me with my calc!” she said excitedly.
I had gotten a little excited too, being able to see her more often would be a nice change in my day.
I agreed, and we exchanged phone numbers and emails and went our own ways.
Later that night around 11:30, I got a text asking if tomorrow would be good for a study session. Tomorrow was Saturday, but I didn’t mind- spending a day with that beauty sounded great.
I agreed, and we set up our study date for a 2:00 pm appointment at her house.
I promised myself I wouldn’t get excited, but I couldn’t help it, she was just so damn hot! All these scenarios went through my mind, I wanted her little ass to bounce on my dick, but I wouldn’t be bold enough to make a move… I jerked off and fell asleep, not knowing what awaited me tomorrow afternoon.
I woke up that morning and saw a text from Becky.
“morning! Eat a good breakfast, we’re gonna study a lot today :)”
I smiled, shes kinda cutesy.
I ate my eggs, bacon, and pancakes, and hopped in the shower.
I decided to trim my man-area… I mean come on, you never know right? Haha
I got dressed, nothing too, desperate-looking I guess. A button up flannel shirt, some black jeans, and my favorite converse shoes. I grabbed my bag and quickly started my walk towards Becky’s.
I got to her house and noticed her parents outside. They saw me and asked if I was Andrew.
“yea, that’s me. Is Becky home?”
“yea, she is.” her mom responded, “she’s just about done giving her baby brother a bath, we’re about to go to my sisters house for the night.”
I was a little put back by this, we had agreed to study today…
“But I thought Becky was going to be here all day, she called me over to study, I’m her tutor.”
“yea we know, she’s not coming with us. We gave her some money to order in a pizza for the both of you, it’s the least we could do for such a sweet boy helping our girl out in school.”
Pizza and a day with that babe? Haha awesome!
“Thanks, that was kind of you.”
Becky walked out holding her baby brother, handing him to her father- who quickly began putting him in the car.
“Well you two be careful, lock the doors Becky!” her mom demanded
“yea mom I know.”
They drove off and turned the corner, they were gone.
“sorry about that, we’re they bothering you?”
“actually know, your mom is really cool.”
“try living with her.”
We both laughed.
“well come on in, I have my stuff set up in my bedroom.”
Nice. No! I’m here for math and pizza, that’s all.
She led me to her room and sat me on her desk chair while she jumped on her bed and crossed her legs with her book being propped open on her knees.
She was wearing a loose tshirt and short shorts, showing off her sexy long legs and smooth skin. She looked pretty hot on her bed.
A few hours passed and we had finished about 3/5 of the packet, and we were exhausted!
We decided to order in that pizza and watch some tv. The pizza guy said about 30-40 minutes… Enough time to… no! Fucking pervert she’s not some slut, get your head out of the gutter.
She looked at me, she could tell I wasn’t relaxed in that desk chair.
“you ok?” she asked with a concerned expression
“yea, I’m fine. I’ve just never been alone with a girl this long, that’s all.”
She giggled, “I could tell.”
We both smiled at eachother.
She wagged her finger to come to her. She sat me right beside her. She was still on the bed with her legs crossed, she looked so cute.
She looked up at me curiously. “have you had a girlfriend?”
I could feel myself blush. I never had a girlfriend before, and I was a senior in highschool. Not a proud thing to express to someone you barely know.
“y-yea, I have.”
“she goes to a different school…” Dumb answer! Now she’ll know…
“oh. She’s lucky to have such a smart boyfriend who’s also cute.”
I looked at her and could see her blush, as if she didnt mean to say that last part.
Hmm… Maybe I can work this to my advantage…
“well we broke up about a month ago”
She leaned in as if gaining interest. “oh? Why?”
“she cheated on me…”
She looked sympathetic. “aww, I would never cheat on you!” She giggled, a very cute little smile grew on her face.
“Your too cute”
My heart thumped. She thinks I’m cute, me?
“yea, I like your shaggy hair” She leaned over and rubbed my hair with her small gentle fingers. It felt so relaxing.
We caught eachothers gaze, and she looked down at her legs like she had on the bus.
She was really nervous, and so was I.
Suddenly the doorbell rang and we both jumped a bit.
Pizza man already? 30 minutes my ass… The one time I want you to be late!
We walked over and paid the dude, only gave em a 1 dollar tip- douche bag.
I watched as becky walked over to the kitchen, her sweet little ass jiggling in her shorts. I wanted to eat THAT, not pizza.
We ate some pizza while conversing about school and what teachers we hated, what girls were whores, what guys were assholes. Normal gossip
She then asked if me and my ‘ex’ ever had sex
“me neither, my ex was an ass, I’d never do it with such a douche.”
We laughed, then it suddenly got quiet.
“so who would you do it with?” Why did I ask that?!
“I don’t know haha, a nice guy, someone SMART.” She giggled.
“Really? How smart?” What am I doing? Am I seriously trying to flirt right now?”
“hmm, well he needs to know about math… So he can help me whenever I ask him to.”
My heart was racing. Was it working?
“haha really? Well damn we should do it then!”
Awkward. What the fuck man.
She looked at me with a casual look. “it’s not like I haven’t thought of that.”
She looked a little embarrassed now. “yea, like I said, your really cute… And sweet.”
Now it was quiet, dead quiet.
“so…” I said trying to change the subject.
“do you want to?” she asked, straight up.
“what? Are you serious?”
“yea I mean, c’mon I saw you staring at my tits, and could feel you staring at my ass… I mean it’s embarrassing with most guys… But it felt nice from you.”
I was speechless.
She walked over to me and grabbed the collar of my shirt and kept her head down. She was about 5 inches shorter than me, she had to look up a bit to see my face.
“I’m kinda sick of being a virgin…”
She was serious!
She looked up at me and planted her lips on mine gently. Her lips were so soft and sweet.
She pulled away.
“let’s go to my room…”
She grabbed my arm and I followed her without question.
She sat me on her bed and slowly took off her tshirt, revealing her bra. Her tits were so cute, not too small, and not big either, but a nice size. They were round and perky, fucking gorgeous
She unhooked her bra and placed it on the floor behind her.
“no ones ever seen my tits before… It’s kinda embarrassing…” her hands were shaking, she really hadn’t experience much, neither had I.
“it’s ok, they look beautiful”
She smiled shyly, then climbed on too of me, allowing me to suck on her wonderfull titties.
Her nipples were small and supple, they were sexy as hell.
I took one into my mouth and slowly rubbed my tongue around it, gently stroking it with my tongue. Her body was trembling, she was really turned on. It wasnt long I until she was moaning loudly.
I continued to suck on her little pink nipples, changing the speed of my tongue to tease her a bit, she enjoyed that. Her moaning progressively got louder, which in turn got me Hornier.
“mmm that’s fucking good…”
I dug my hand into her shorts and found her panties, they were soaked. She got up and slid off her shorts, then her panties. She looked amazing, just Like i had imagined.
Her tits were perky and round, which complimented her sexy curves and tight little ass. Her pussy wasn’t shaved, but it was trimmed a bit. It looked so tempting, she was dripping her juices on the floor… She was ready to be fucked.
She undid my jeans while I took off my shirt, soon I was fully naked as well.
She grabbed my cock in her hand, showing surprise in its size, 8 inches fully erect.
She smiled, then slowly began kissing the tip, slowly using her tongue to caress it gently. Her tongue felt amazing, I wanted her to play with my cock for hours.
She took my cock and inserted it slowly into her mouth, going further and further each second.
She couldnt reach the end, especially on her first bj. She quickly realized her limit, and started pulling her head back and forth as far as possible, taking in as much of my cock as she could.
She began moaning, she enjoyed the taste of my man hood.
She began exploring my cock with her tongue while I mouth fucked her, drooling all over my balls and shaft.
She was trying to slurp as much of the saliva as possible, which looked and sounded so fucking hot.
I signaled that I was going to cum, but she quickly pulled out and stopped
“I don’t want you cumming in my mouth, sorry”
I guess I understand, she’s new to this, so am I.
She got up and bent over the bed, spreading her legs a bit.
” I’ve used a dildo before… It doesn’t hurt anymore, but your a bit bigger than that…”
I slid it in, interrupting her.
She gasped, then let out a groan “oooooh shit…”
I pushed it all the way to the back of her pussy, going in as far as I could.
“god damn! Uuuuugh, that hurt a bit…”
“should I stop?” I asked, hoping she said no.
“no, it’s fine, start slow”
I did as she asked, but we quickly found eachothers rhythm and sped up. Her hips movements matched my thrusting almost instantly.
I watched as my cock slid in and out of her sweet little pussy, watching her ass which jiggled each time she backed into me.
I fucked her progressively harder each second, I could tell she was building up to climax.
“mmm, yea fuck me… Fuck me harder…”
I thrusted as hard as I could, shoving my whole dick in her tight pussy.
“fuuuuck! Mmm, yea baby, grab my tits!”
I reached around and cupped her juicy tits in each hand, fondling her nipples tenderly.
“yea play with my nipple! Mmm that feels good babe!”
I was getting so turned on by her moans, she was so hot! I Squeezed her tits, feeling my cum build up… But I can’t, I dont have a condom…
Her pussy tightened on my cock as her body spammed.
She squirted everywhere, leaking on her bed, and on my balls.
I kept going, I wasn’t finished yet. I pulled out and probed her asshole.
“what are you doing?”
“trust me you’ll like it”
She looked back with concern, but reluctantly agreed.
I slowly slid it in, fuuuuck she was tight as hell!
She gasped in pain, “stop… It hurts”
“I know, it’ll get better.”
“mmm… Ow, ok…”
I started slowly, trying to be as gentle as possible.
Her squirming was turning me on even more, she looked so hot, and her moans were making me so hot.
I started fucking her harder and faster “ow ow! Ouch! Stop!”
I disobeyed her cry, I continued Fucking her little pink asshole, building up my cum for a huge eruption.
“aaaah! It hurts!”
I moaned, “I know… Almost”
I began feeling my orgasm reaching near by.
Her ass was quickly beating against my legs, making loud “fap” sounds as I penetrated her tight little ass.
“imma cum!” I yelled. “hurry, please! Ooooh…”
I exploded into her ass, dripping cum out as I pulled my cock from her ass.
She layer there exhausted, “why didn’t you stop?”
“Im sorry, it felt really good. Haha”
“you suck… Well it felt good a little near the end”
“yea… Maybe we can try next time a little gentler.”
“well duh, you live so close, ofcourse I’m going to want that cock of yours every now and then!”
“yea, especially since we have so much time to study”, she gave me a sly little wink.
She got up and headed towards to the door “I’m going to shower, your welcome to join me if you want” she gave me a smile and then did that adorable little giggle I love.
__How do get myself into these things? I ask myself as I smiled contently. I snuggled on the couch and started thinking about what all had happened. My mind drifted back to when Wendy and I first met.
* This wife dreams about what she wanted to happen between her new girlfriend, her and a guy. The new girlfriend was a farm girl, who now lives next door, still with her parents. Very naïve, no experience, home schooled, no contact with guys or girls, she had never seen porn, but after one video Jan showed her, now she wants to try things. Jan had wanted something too, for a very long time…… ————- Jan…..
Wendy was the daughter of the people who moved in next door. She was very pretty with a hot body. I wished I had looked like that at her age. We became friends instantly. They had all lived on a farm, and Wendy was home schooled. She had no contact with kids her age.
I had one fantasy that kept coming back and never left my mind, wanting it more and more for a long time. Wendy was just right to at least try and get her to help me fulfill my fantasy.
I slowly began manipulating her eagerness to lean about sex to possibly make my fantasy come true. She was so willing to please me as I got real close to her,…… real close.
She came over one day when everyone else was at work. I slowly got her to sit on my bed and we talked about our favorite subject…sex. I eased up and lay on my side and she did to. I got real warm and excited inside as I started.
I explained how girls ’try’ out things on another girl first, before they get with a guy. She got all excited about that and I led her to the next thing. Feeling tits.
I started by feeling my own tits and had her feel hers. Next, feeling each others tits. I put her hand on my tits as I felt hers. Her tits felt so good, I tried to be calm but I was getting really turned on doing this for the first time. I watched her get aroused too. I talked about good feelings in girls pussy and how to get them. I talked about how to kiss a guy so he will like you. I said young girls practice by kissing each others tits, and using their tongue to arouse a guy like it was his mouth. I didn’t have to say anymore and up her shirt came and off her bra came. I joined her ……of course.
I started first by licking her nipples and using my tongue all around her nipples. She started breathing hard and was getting real hot and squirming. She rubbed the outside of her shorts on her pussy. “I got some Jan…she gasp…I feel kinda wet down there. I sneakily said: “Let me feel, Wendy.” …only I went inside her shorts to feel. I massaged her small patch of pubic hair and ran my finger up and down her slit. “Oh yes Jan!….I got big tingles now.” She rolled to me and now she just had to try licking my nipples. (just what I wanted). She went on her own from there. She slipped her hand inside my robe and felt my full pubic hair, all damp. She did with her fingers, what ever I did to her with mine.
I gently massaged her clit and getting it all wet. I eased a finger in her pussy. She did the same to me. I ask her if she had ever had ’finger sex’ before. She said she had played with her pussy a few times, but it was nothing like how I do it. We continued….
I eased in a second finger and started massaging her G spot. She squirmed and moaned as I did it. I guided her fingers in me and showed her how to do the same to me. It continued until I had her shuddering with her first ever orgasm. Now she went fully after my tits, kissing, licking and sucking my nipples. I worked her fingers in me until I felt a huge orgasm starting to peak. It hit me like the earth moved. I moaned long while my body jumped and I had to squirm. All this while I sucked and squeezed her tits. “Oh my god”, was all I could moan out as the longest orgasm I‘d ever had, kept going and going……
Part one of my fantasy was happening.
We lay exhausted and trembling. Our hands glided over our bodies as the feelings took our minds to utopia and stayed there a while….
Two days went by before we had another session. This time she had a sweater on with no bra, and a full skirt with no panties. I had my robe on again, and that’s all. Our lips and fingers wasted no time in getting to the good stuff. I started talking about oral sex, and how ’guys’ like to lick a girl pussy, and how girls like to lick a guys hardon. I explained about what a ’69’ was and how guys and girls like it.
Wendy got this big grin and said: “Let’s do that”. I reached in my headboard and got my pink double penis dildo. She was all curious and felt it all over. I opened my robe up and put one head in my wet pussy, leaving the other head sticking out. She went right for it as I turned around to 69, and I went for her pussy.
This would be my first time to lick a girls pussy. I was so excited my heart was throbbing. I lifted her one leg and got in close. She began to lick the dildo all over and then slowly began to take it in her mouth. I was shaky but now I was going to let my tongue have the pleasure I always wondered about. I slowly licked her slit from top to bottom. The feel of a warm pussy squirming was awesome. I licked her clit slowly and then she twitched and moaned. I slipped two fingers in her wet pussy to hear more moans. She pushed her pussy to me as I stroked inside her warm wet pussy. I reached down and worked the other head of the dildo in and out inside me. She caught on quick and took over doing it. I held her head with that hand and it felt like she had a 6 inch tongue in me. I was in my own heaven. She kept it up as I began to build an orgasm. Now we both moaned and squirmed as I fucked the dildo and sucked her clit. My fingers massaged her G spot firmer and firmer as she started to shake.
The timing was perfect. I began to moan loud as my orgasm was about to peak. Two shaking bodies and two moaning girls and we both bucked at the peak, with hot shaking orgasms. She kept fucking me with the dildo and then began to lick my clit. I jumped, squirmed, and shuddered as a second orgasm hit me. I kept my fingers going on her G spot until she yell something loud, and had another orgasm herself.
I had waited so long for this to ‘maybe’ happen. I knew it would be good, but I never even dreamed my ultimate desire would take me so high. I lay there floating in euphoria as we kept feeling our bodies with our finger tips….
Now things changed between us. We snuck feels any chance we got. At my house with my husband watching TV, or any place we were out of site, our hands went for our tits to feel, and a pussy rub. It was exciting to sneak feels as she and I loved to ease or fingers inside our panties and feel each others damp pussy’s real quick. At her house her older parents were oblivious to our ’trying on clothes’ in her bedroom. I would quick get on my knees, pull her panties down and lick her pussy as she held my head and led me to her clit. She liked to get me from behind and reach inside my panties and feel my pubic hair and quick rub my clit.
Another part of my fantasy was now happening.
To feel another girl and have her feel me. This I never got as a young girl, nor did she. We enjoyed each other and the thrill was sneaky awesome every time we did it. Each time we both got that special tingle in our bodies and it kept us very wet. (we traded and wore each others wet panties and no one ever knew it.)
About more of my fantasy……
When I was young, my older sister thought I was asleep. I slept by myself in the far corner of our big bedroom. I heard noises. My older brother and his girlfriend quietly slipped in the room and got in my sisters big bed. It was a hot night and they all got naked. I didn’t move or make any sounds. I was just coming of age, they call it and my interest in sex was very curious. I carefully peeked at them. My older brother and his girlfriend started in feeling my sister up. He felt her tits and even kissed her a lot. His girlfriend did the same, kissing her all over and feeling her private parts. They all got out of breath and even I did too. I had never seen people do this and it was exciting. The girlfriend moved down and put her face in my sisters private parts. She moved her legs apart and started licking her down there. My brother got on his knees over my sister and was rubbing his hardon on my sisters lips. She licked it and then started sucking the end of it as he put it in and out of her mouth.
This caused exciting feeling for me to watch. I slowly put my finger in my pussy as I watched. I rubbed my favorite spot above my little hole. It made me feel good. The girlfriend turned around and put her pussy up by my sister head too. My sister took turns sucking my brother and licking his girlfriend. I got very warm watching this and I rubbed my favorite spot even more.
Then she turned and the girls took turns sucking on my brother. He then started stroking his hardon steady. I didn’t know what was going on but I saw the girls licking him and holding their mouths open. Soon a stream of white stuff squirted out of my brothers hardon. I heard him groan slightly. The girls both had him squirt the stuff right in their mouths. For some reason I got a sex thrill by watching all this. My finger felt so good rubbing my clit on my pussy. I rubbed it more and more as they licked the white stuff up in their mouths. They kept licking and swallowing until it was all gone.
They all held still for a little while and then my brother moved down and put his hard on in my sisters pussy. I couldn’t see it happening but then his girlfriend got on her knees and put her pussy up to my sisters mouth and started rocking it on her. I could see my brother moving his butt up and down on my sister at the same time. They all tried not to rock the bed, but it rocked some. My sisters legs came up high as the rocked more. I could sure hear three people breathing hard then.
My pussy was feeling so good now I wished I could rock on my finger. I also wished I was my sister and was getting all the sex stuff done to me. I had to rub my pussy harder and faster to get an even better feeling. I had to be quiet as my breathing was panting a little. I heard little groans from them all as they all began to squirm and kiss each other. The girlfriend kissed my sister a long kiss. I had never seen girls do that before. I felt hot in my pussy and something good throbbed in it I had never felt before. It made me take a breath and then feel so good. ——
I never forgot that night and wished it would happen again, but it never did. I wanted to do what they did. I made up excuses to sleep in my sisters bed, but she never did want to play sex with me. I tried to find a girlfriend to play sex, but I never did. I tried to get my brother to feel me up, but I was to young, and he never even felt me up. I developed a fantasy of a guy and a girl and we would all have sex together.
Next, I two choices for a guy to join Wendy and I. My husband or my brother. Both excited me just to imagine them joining us in the ultimate three way sex.
I talked to Wendy more and put the idea in her head of having a ’real’ guy for us to play with. She was all for that.
I picked my brother. I had him come over and told him everything that was going on. Now, he had an very high interest in me and wanted to set up a session for us all to have a 3some. I just had to give him a preview and put his hands on my tits. We were standing up as he felt me up and pushed his hardon up against my pussy. I teased it with my pussy and let him feel up my dress, down my panties and finger my pussy. I stopped us and led him to the door. He looked at me so differently now, a sexy smile as I squeezed and felt his hardon.
I had always wanted to do that…..
I told Wendy that I had found a guy for us to play with, my brother. She gulped and took a big breath. “Will he like me?” she asked. I told her he already did. We will wait until my husband goes out of town soon and you can do a sleepover with me. She laid her head on my tits as she felt them and said: “Oh wow, I’m gonna like that.”
Our ’foreplay’ now went sky high. I now had a girl to play sex with. I even licked her to orgasm on the hood of my car in the garage once. She walked in on me in my shower and we went wild feeling and licking our slick bodies in the warm water. She snuck my dildo home and played with it at night, sucking it and putting it in her pussy. I’m sure my husband wondered why I was so extra horny now, but he sure didn’t complain.
I kept him tired with my 69 full cum blow jobs in my mouth. (I thought of my brother as I felt the hot cum fill my mouth.) I felt wonderfully horny all the time now. Wendy and I had some wild afternoons while we waited for my husband to go out of town for 3 days. My brother came over twice just to molest me as we teased each other. One time Wendy was there and I introduced them. In minutes they were doing feel ups on each other. He gave her, her first tongue kiss that almost made her pass out. I enjoyed watching them as it was a preview of what was coming. We did a 3 way feel up before he had to leave, it was awesome…..
The evening came. I watched my husband drive off. Soon here came Wendy with her backpack. She came in and we did our usual feel ups. Her heart, and mine to, were beating with excitement. We went to my bedroom and she put on a very sexy nightgown, with nothing on underneath. I wore my favorite black shear robe which I knew my brother liked. We brushed each others hair and put on lots of smell good, even on our pussy’s and nipples. We waited.
The house was dark and only a little sexy blue light in my bedroom. I heard the front door open. “Honey, are you in bed already?” …it was my brother playing a trick on us pretending to be my husband. I said: “Oh oh! It’s you back….I….I…just went to bed ‘alone’ dear. I hear my brother chuckle. “I got horny for you and had to come back to have some hot sex with you, sweetie pie.” “I’m just not in the mood honey, maybe when you get back.” I said.
There he stood in the doorway….completely naked with a big hardon. Wendy and I giggled as I said: “Oh…ok dear, but make it quick I want to go to sleep.” We all chuckled. Brother got on top of me and pulled Wendy to us. He started kissing Wendy as I felt his hardon firm against my pussy.
Play time was on now.
Wendy and I attack him and both felt his rock hardon. Down we went to start licking it. He pull our clothes off, pulled our pussy’s to him and alternated licking us. Wendy whispered to me: (“…he’s huge! Yummy!”) We moaned as he knew just how to eat a pussy. My mind drifted back to that night I watched him lick my sister and his girlfriend. Now it was my turn and I was in heaven. I had to go first. I turned and got on top of him. I eased his hardon in my awaiting pussy…..ahhhh…finally. Wendy came up for more of his tongue kisses. She felt my tits as I began to rock on my brother. He felt us both and squeezed my butt cheeks. He slid his finger down my butt crack which made me pucker my back hole and moan. He toyed with it and got me all hyper and moaning.
An orgasm came out of no where and jolted me hard. His other hand had fingers in Wendy’s pussy as she moaned in his mouth. Wendy and I kissed his face and rubbed our tits on him. He began to breathe hard and move firm with my rocking on his hardon. He pushed it all the way in me as I trembled and pushed my clit down on him. I felt Wendy’s fingers rubbing my clit now as I fucked deeper on him.
I think he was going to cum now as his little groans increased. Wendy squeezed my tits as he fingered her faster. We were all trying to cum together as the tension was getting to it’s peak. We all started to shake as it took us higher and higher. Wendy let out a squeal as her big orgasm shook thru her body. Wendy and I both tongue kissed my brother as I orgasmed so hard, I saw fireworks in my head. My hips and pussy went on fucking him by themselves as I left this world for a few seconds. My brother strained and I felt a hot load of cum being pumped in me. Wendy was feeling it happen as her hand felt the hot cum come flowing out me.
“….oh my god..” was all we could manage to get out between moans.
This was what I had been missing out on all this time. I finally got to feel my brother all over his body. He was so warm and panting for air. Wendy was trembling with us and feeling us too.
Now comes the strange ‘twilight zone’ part.
I was so content, spent and weak… I think…I was somewhere between passing out and dreaming. The next thing I remember was to try and keep my brother hardon in me as he lifted me off. I sank into the bed. Next, I remember Wendy and him fucking like wild dogs. I managed a smile and went out again. Next, I remember sucking on my brothers hardon and hot cum blasting in my mouth….surely I was in heaven…as I drifted out again….I then remember a finger going in my back hole. I was to weak to even pucker it.
Now it wasn’t a finger but my brothers hardon going in back there. Oh god new feelings as my head was being lifted up and Wendy’s pussy was being placed on my mouth. I licked as best I could for the pure pleasure. I guess it was my brother fingering my pussy as he fucked me hard from behind. Again I felt hot cum being squirted in me…I climaxed and went out again. I next came to with two tongues licking my pussy and four hands feeling my tits….that’s the last thing I remembered for a long time. This all went on for the three days. My mind was a blur of ecstatically good feelings. My brother held me up in the shower and we fucked one last time before he left. I watched him and Wendy fuck as she moaned and then she sucked him until I saw his cum running down the sides of her mouth…. —————–
* Wendy and my brother live together now.
I fantasize about those nights, and just wait for my husbands next trip…out of town.
Meldoy proves her submission to her father by wearing a remote-control vibrator as she shops at the mall.Becoming Daddy’s Good Girl Chapter Four: Sexy Vibrations By mypenname3000
I awoke to the first rays of sunshine streaming through Daddy’s bedroom window. They fell on my face as I lay beside him naked. I blinked and groaned, rubbing sleep from my eyes. I didn’t want to be awake. It was too early. It was summer vacation, and a Saturday, and last night had been wild.
Daddy took Sun, my best friend, and I into his BDSM dungeon in the basement. The room I had been forbidden to enter all eighteen years of my life until last night. I always thought it was Daddy’s workshop, his private space that he and my mom would go into.
I never realized it was strange that they never made anything. Now I understood—my mom was Daddy’s sex slave. It explained why she was so submissive with him, always greeting him when he got home from work, serving him drinks and dinner, and catering to his every desire. She loved it, and I understood why she did, there was such wonderful joy in surrendering yourself to a strong man.
I hoped Mom never returned from my grandparents. She and my bratty sister Alice could stay there forever and ever. I would be Daddy’s submissive. I would cook and clean and let him tie me up and do all sorts of naughty things to my nubile body.
The sheets had slipped down while I slept, and my round breasts—larger than my fraternal twin sister Alice’s—still had rope marks around their bases. Daddy had tied me up last night. He called it shibari. The marks had faded, but they were still visible, reminders of last night’s submission.
I traced the marks and remembered last night. Daddy had taken Sun’s virginity, and then my anal cherry. He had flogged us both, tying us to the St. Anthony’s cross and warming our bottoms and backs with soft leather flails.
Thwack, thwack, thwack. The sounds echoed through my mind.
And then he fucked us both again, this time cumming in Sun’s pussy. I got to lick her clean before we fell asleep in Daddy’s bed. Sun lay on the other side of Daddy. I sat up, my gaze slipping past Daddy’s muscular, barbwire-tattooed chest to my Korean friend. Her short, black hair half-covered her pale-olive cheek. She was a petite girl, with barely budding breasts and boyish hips.
But Daddy loved fucking her, too. She spent the night so she could be Daddy’s good girl, too.
I brushed my brown hair off my shoulders. I fell asleep with it braided, but it needed to be redone. Hairs stuck out all over. Daddy liked a girl with braids. I leaned onto my elbow and stared at Daddy’s muscular body. He was so strong and looked like a biker when he was naked, even with his short hair and clean-shaven face—Daddy had to work an office job.
But he kept himself in wonderful shape. I ran my hands over his muscular body, loving how strong he felt. I was so glad I became Daddy’s good girl. And I wanted to be his slave. I wanted to serve him as faithfully and utterly as Mom did.
Only I would do it better than her.
I pushed the sheets down, exposing his six-pack abs. He could be model on a romance novel. Dangerous and strong, with a beautiful woman—me—swooning in his arms. Oh, I would swoon for my hunky daddy. All my friends thought he was the sexiest man.
The sheet slipped over his cock, hard like it was every morning. Mom would wake Daddy up with a blowjob, and so did I know. She asked me to take care of him. But she didn’t expect me to take over all her wifely duties.
I scooted down the bed, pushing the sheets down farther, and stroked his cock. I loved how thick it felt. My asshole clenched, remembering his dick spreading me open, fucking me so hard, so deep into my bowels. I licked my lips then leaned over and ran my tongue up his shaft all the way to the very tip. I swirled it around and brought a low groan from his mouth.
“Are you sucking him?” Sun whispered.
I looked up. Her head rested on Daddy’s chest, her dark, slanted eyes open. I nodded my head. “I have to wake him up right. Look at how hard his cock is. He needs relief.”
“Let me help.”
I grinned at my friend and nodded my head.
She slithered down the bed, her dark nipples hardening. She pressed against his left, muscular leg, her nipples kissing his thigh, and her tongue flicked out, licking the tip. She purred as she swirled her tongue about the crown, gathering his precum.
“Mmm, that taste good,” she panted. “Salty and delicious.”
“Yep,” I giggled.
She licked again and then her lips sealed over the top of his crown, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. I smiled and nuzzled at Daddy’s hairy balls. I sucked on into my mouth, playing with it as my eyes watched my best friend pleasure him.
She moaned around his cock, her body undulating, rubbing her wet pussy against his shin. Her spicy musk drifted to my nose and a wet gleam shone on Daddy’s leg where her cunt had rubbed against him. I also had a pussy growing hot and juicy.
I sucked on Daddy’s other ball as I rubbed my aching nipples into his muscular flesh. They tingled as rubbed them up and down, shooting wonderful delight down to my pussy. I purred as my cunt grew hotter. I squeezed my thighs together, massaging my little clit.
“Oh, your dad’s cock tastes amazing,” Sun whispered. “And you get to do this every morning.”
“Until Mom gets back.” Which was supposed to be in two more weeks. I didn’t want to think about Mom. I wanted to enjoy Daddy for as long as I could.
I licked up his dick and reached the top. I played with the mushroom-shaped head as Sun stroked his shaft. My tongue stroked the spongy crown, gathering more precum. Then Sun leaned in and nibbled on the other side. Our tongues and lips brushed as we sucked on his wonderful dick. My hand seized Daddy’s long shaft beneath her hand and we stroked him together.
We moaned. It was so hot when our lips touched or our tongues brushed. We nuzzled at each other, sharing quick kisses in between pleasuring his dick. The flavor of Daddy’s cock lingered on her lips. It was so exciting.
“Damn, this is the best sleepover ever,” groaned Sun. “Better than one of Donna’s lame parties.”
“Her dad isn’t as sexy as mine.”
“No,” Sun groaned. Then she swallowed the tip of Daddy’s cock. Sun bobbed her mouth, sucking as much of his dick into her mouth as she could.
Daddy groaned. I glanced up and saw his eyes watching us.
“Morning, Daddy,” I beamed.
“Mmm, morning,” he groaned. “I see you’re both being such good girls.”
“Always, Daddy,” I beamed as Sun sucked harder, noisier. Her saliva dribbled down his shaft, wetting our hands as we stroked him.
It was hot feeling Daddy’s eyes on us as I leaned over and licked at his shaft beneath Sun’s sucking lips. My tongue brushed my friend’s mouth. I kissed and nibbled on the sides of her lips as she bobbed and pleasured him. His groans grew louder. My free hand cupped his balls, full of his incestuous seed. I couldn’t wait for him to cum all over our faces.
“Such good girls,” he groaned as he stroked my braid.
A pleased shudder ran down to my dripping pussy. I squeezed my thighs tighter together and nibbled and sucked on his shaft as Sun bobbed her mouth faster and faster, eager to give Daddy every ounce of her pleasure.
And then the phone rang. It was Mom calling, I could tell by the ringtone. So chipper and cheery, just like her. Sun popped her mouth off Daddy’s cock, her eyes wide, her lower lip trembling as Daddy reached for his phone charging on the nightstand.
“Don’t stop,” he commanded as he picked up his phone.
Daddy gave us an order. I sucked his cock into my mouth, tasting Sun’s saliva on it. I bobbed my mouth. My cheeks hollowed. Sun leaned down and licked at his shaft, but her eyes were still nervous. She couldn’t believe he was answering the phone while we blew them.
“June,” Daddy said.
I couldn’t quite hear my mom’s words, only the sound of her voice. A thrill went through me. She was taking care of her parents after my grandpa’s hip surgery, and I was taking care of Daddy with my mouth and sharing my best friend with him. Mom never did that. She never brought Daddy the tight, barely legal cunt he craved.
I sucked harder, bobbing my head as Daddy listened to Mom updating him on my grandparents. I swirled my tongue about his dick and savored the flavor of his precum leaking into my mouth as I pleasured him.
“I’m glad your parents are doing well,” Daddy said. “When do you expect to be home?” I didn’t catch the answer, but Daddy said, “No changes. Okay.” Pause. “Yes, Melody is being a good girl. She had Sun spend the night.” Daddy laughed. “Yes, yes, they’ve both been such good girls. You would be proud of Melody.”
I smirked. Mom would be furious if she knew I was sucking Daddy’s cock. My pussy ached. I wanted to masturbate, but a good girl only cums when Daddy orders. I slid my mouth up his cock until I held only the tip, then I swirled my tongue around it.
“And have you been good?” he asked. “No masturbating.” Mom’s answer brought a smile to his lips. “I knew you would be good. I missed you.” Her answer sounded throaty. “Yes, I am. I’m pretending you’re sucking me. That your mouth is wrapped right around the tip and swirling about it.”
Daddy stared at me, and I realized a new game was about to begin. Sun sucked harder on his balls as I kept my tongue swirling. Daddy groaned as Mom gave an answer. This was so wicked. Mom thought they were having phone sex.
“And then your mouth slides down, taking more and more of my cock,” Daddy groaned. “Like the good girl that you are, June.”
I obeyed. I slid my mouth farther and farther. My tongue slid along the shaft. And then his dick brushed the back of my throat. I sucked and pleasured him. Sun’s fist, sliding up and down his shaft, brushed my lips while she flashed me a wicked smile.
“Your dad is crazy,” she mouthed.
“Yes, you deep-throat it.” Daddy’s hand tightened on the back of my head. “Relax your throat and swallow every inch of my cock like a good girl.”
My mom’s throaty response was loud and clear, “Yes. I love deep-throating your cock, Master.”
Daddy’s hand was firm on the back of my head. He wanted me to take more of his cock. I had heard of this. Girls at school whispered about deep-throating. I had to please Daddy and be a good girl. Besides, if my mom did this for him, then so could I.
“Yes, yes, relax that throat and swallow my cock,” groaned Daddy.
“Do it,” Sun hissed.
I relaxed my throat as Daddy’s hand forced my mouth down his cock. I angled my head, letting his dick slid into my gullet. It was so hard. I wanted to gag. I smiled around his dick, remembering a trick I had learn to suppress it. His dick slid deeper and deeper. Into my throat. It grew harder to breathe as my little throat constricted about his dick.
“Yes, you’re taking every inch of my dick,” groaned Daddy. “Such a good girl.”
“Always,” Mom moaned, her voice loud. Was she masturbating? She thought Daddy was talking to her.
I wanted to shove my hand between my thighs. I would cum in seconds. I fought the urge as my lips pressed into Daddy’s curly pubic hair. I took every inch of his cock down my throat like a good girl.
A surge of pride shot through me. I moaned and shuddered about his cock. The urge to masturbate swelled in me. It was so hard to resist the hot urge. Especially as Daddy let out a groan of pure satisfaction.
“You wicked slut,” Sun whispered, nuzzling into my ear. “You swallowed every inch of your dad’s cock. Ooh, you are amazing.”
“Damn,” Daddy groaned. “You did it. Daddy’s good girl did it.”
“Yes,” my mom hissed. She was on speaker phone. That was why I could hear her so clearly now.
“Now start bobbing,” Daddy groaned. “Fuck that hot mouth up and down my cock.”
“I will, Master,” moaned Mom.
And so would I.
“Do you like my hot mouth sliding up and down your cock, Master?”
Daddy groaned as I slid my mouth up his cock. It popped out my aching throat. I sucked the entire way until only the tip was in his mouth. And then he pushed me back down. His dick pressed at my throat. I swallowed him again. It was easier this time. My throat stretched.
His cock dived down my esophagus. I moaned and hummed, pleasing him, loving his groans as Mom moaned in the background, masturbating, thinking she was having hot phone sex. My fingers curled.
I needed to cum so badly. My pussy burned.
“Do you like my mouth sliding up and down your cock, Master?”
“Yes. You’re doing so good. Such a good girl.”
“I love to please you, Master.”
“Your mom is a freak,” Sun giggled in my ear. “I love it.”
So did I.
Daddy fucked my mouth up and down, pushing on my head and pulling on my braid. Faster and faster. He groaned and squirmed, the muscles in his chest rippling. Sun went back to nuzzling at his balls, massaging them, building up the cum.
“Are you going to cum, Master?” moaned Mom, her voice breathy. I could hear her fingers working in and out of her wet pussy. “Are you going to cum in my mouth? Or do you want to dump it on my face?”
“Your face,” groaned Daddy. “I want to cover my good girls with my cum.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Mom hissed, not hearing the plural on girls. “Do it. Cover your slave with your cum. Reward your good girl.”
“Yes,” Daddy growled.
He ripped my mouth off his cock by my braid. The pain flared. I loved it. Sun pressed her cheek next to mine as we jerked his cock. We aimed it right at our faces. Daddy’s face contorted. He growled into the phone as his pleasure built.
“Cum on my face, Master!”
“Yes,” I mouthed. “Do it, Daddy.”
“Fuck,” he snarled and his dick erupted. “I’m cumming! I’m covering your face.”
Thick, hot, salty jizz splattered our faces. Daddy’s dick erupted and bathed us with lines of his cum. He grunted with each one while Mom moaned in the background. The cum dribbled down my face to my lips.
My tongue flashed out and captured the incestuous seed.
Then Sun kissed me. I moaned, our cum-stained lips working together as more jizz dripped to our mouths. We shared it, our arms wrapping about each other. Our naked breasts touched, our nipples kissed, as we enjoyed Daddy’s cum.
“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, Master, may I cum?” moaned Mom. “This is so hot. I haven’t cum all week.”
“You may, slave,” groaned Daddy.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Mom moaned over speaker phone as Daddy watched us kiss and lick and enjoy his cum. Our tongues explored each other’s faces, licking, gathering up every line of his spunk that we could find. I loved the salty flavor of Daddy’s jizz on my mouth.
“Oh, Master, I love you,” Mom purred, clearly savoring her orgasm.
“I love you,” Daddy answered, his voice soft. “I miss you.”
“Miss you, too.”
My body trembled as I rolled on top of Sun, our naked bodies pressed together as we stretched over Daddy’s legs. We squirmed. My hard clit brushed her pubic mound, sending a spark of delight through my body.
“But I’m glad Melody’s taking care of the house and you.”
“She’s a good girl,” Daddy said, watching us hump our pussies together as we kissed.
“I have to go. I need to start breakfast.” Mom sighed. “I miss you so much.”
“Bye,” Daddy said and hung up. Then he grinned. “Do I need to take a hose to you two?”
“No, Daddy? May we cum?”
“Fine, Daddy.” I moaned, forcing myself to roll off of Sun. it was so hard. I needed my release so badly. Sun let out a frustrated moan.
“Please, Daddy,” she begged.
He shook his head. “I’m taking you shopping. I want you both on the edge. No cumming until I say so.”
“Yes, Daddy,” we both groaned together.
It was awkward walking into the mall with a vibrator shoved into my pussy, held in place by my panties. It was thick and every step shifted it around inside me. It had a small tongue pressing on my clit, designed to stimulate it along with my pussy. It was a special vibrator with a built-in Bluetooth.
Daddy could control it remotely with an app on his smart phone.
Sun walked with a wide-legged gait beside me, her first ever butt plug inserted into her ass. I put it in myself after tonguing and lubing her ass after breakfast. She had made the cutest sounds when I inserted it into her rear. Like mine, it was also Bluetooth enabled, with a little glowing, blue light on the butt plug.
Modern technology was amazing.
We walked on either side of Daddy when we entered the mall. My nipples were so hard beneath the spaghetti strapped top I wore. With no bra, they were so obvious poking against the pale-blue material. My brown hair was combed and neatly braided once more, falling down to the top of my ass and swaying with my gait.
And my poor pussy was on fire. I had been on edge all morning. Showering with Daddy was torture. Sun and I had to wash his magnificent body while our poor pussies were on the verge of erupting. Then he jerked his dick and watched us wash each other. He came, splattering our bodies with his jizz as we rubbed each other’s cunts and fought off our orgasms.
He loved it. I could see it in his eyes. Watching us strive to be good girls and not orgasm, to submit to his wishes, made him so excited. It was what he wanted from us. It was how we showed him our love.
And even though it left me a horny, frustrated ball of sensations just itching to explode, I loved being denied. I knew when I did have my orgasm, it would be spectacular. It would be a mind-numbing release that would leave me quaking.
It would be worth it.
Sun and I cooked breakfast together. Well, I cooked and Sun tried to help. She was helpless in the kitchen. She never let her mom teach her, rebelling against her family’s traditional ways, only to end up wanting to be like that for Daddy. To serve him with me. She found it hot to pour him coffee and make sure his needs were met before ours.
Then Daddy whipped out his toys. They were brand new, fresh from the package. Apparently, he ordered them on Monday and they arrived at his office yesterday. A wonderful surprise for us. Something my mom hadn’t experienced.
The first place Daddy led us to was the jewelry store. He walked in and went straight for the choker style necklaces. He browsed them while Sun and I stood behind him, trembling and squirming, both of us on fire from walking with our sex toys.
Finally, Daddy found one he liked, a thin, gold chain with a unicorn charm dangling at the end. He held it up. “Do you know the significance of this, Melody?”
“Think about your Mom. What does she always wear?”
I frowned, my eyebrow furrowing. I pictured my mom—a brunette like me, her braided hair falling down past her ass, hazel eyes, delicate face, busty in her conservative dresses, and a heart-shaped locket hanging from a gold choker.
“Mom always wears the locket,” I said.
“It’s her slave collar,” Daddy answered. “She wears it to show off her submission to me.”
“And is that my collar, Daddy?” I stared at the unicorn, trembling.
“Do you want it to be? If you accept it, it means you’ll always be my slave.”
“Even when Mom comes back?”
Daddy didn’t answer me. He just stared at me, waiting for my answer.
“Then you have to earn it. You have to prove to me that you’re my submissive. My good girl.”
“Haven’t I?” I swallowed.
“You’re doing a wonderful job so far.” He stroked my cheek.
“And what about me?” Sun asked, biting her lip.
“You’re just having fun. This isn’t what you really want.” But Daddy grinned at her. “Of course, any time you want to have fun and pretend to be my good girl, you’re welcome to, Sun.”
She smiled and nodded her head. Joy rippled through me. I was Daddy’s true good girl.
“Now here’s some money. Go, shop.” Daddy pulled out two fifty dollar bills, both crisp and fresh, and handed one each to us.
I beamed at the money. “Anything?”
“Anything,” he nodded. “I’ll be in the food court.”
Fifty dollars to spend on anything. I grinned and then Sun and I darted out of the jewelry store. My vibrator shifting in my excited pussy. We burst out into the mall concourse, our flip-flops slapping on the tiled floor, and giggled at each other.
“Where should we go?” I asked.
“I need makeup,” Sun grinned. “And a new purse.”
I nodded my head and we headed through the mall. We darted into a boutique and browsed for makeup, giggling at the different colors of lipstick. She found a bright-blue one and I rolled my eyes as she sniggered. We worked through it, examining everything.
I snagged several tubes of lipstick, a bright red one, my favorite pink, and a darker maroon. Sun found eyelash wings and giggled as she imagined her long, flowing eyelashes as she fluttered her eyes.
“You’ll make all the boys cum in their pants,” I giggled.
“That’s the plan. Now that my cherry’s gone, I’m going to have fun.”
“Well, I just need to please one man,” I grinned.
We wondered into the small jewelry section, and Sun giggled as she noticed the nipple piercings. She grabbed a pair of silver barbell-style piercings and held them over the nubs tenting the front of her pink tanktop. She did a hip shake.
“Do you think I would look hot with pierced nipples?”
“So hot,” I grinned, and then I snagged a bellybutton charm with a dangling, teardrop, fake ruby. I pulled up my top enough to expose my bellybutton and held the small, white placard with the charm against it, shifting my hips, the charm dangling.
“Ooh, yes, that’s so you,” she grinned.
“Do you think Daddy would like it?”
“Maybe a clit piercing.” Sun grabbed a ring off another rack. “Look at this.” She held it against her jean shorts. “Imagine this glistening right here.”
An older woman glanced at us and shook her head. Sun stuck her tongue out at her and the woman stomped off. “Prude,” Sun muttered. “Ooh, yes, I need this. I have to find a way to get my clit pierced.”
“I don’t know if Daddy would want that. It might ruin the girlish look of being shaved.”
“True.” Sun shuddered and put it back. Then she gushed, “Oh, my god, look at these earrings.”
The vibrator hummed to life inside of me.
I gasped in shock. I had almost forgotten it was in me. I had worn it for over an hour, my pussy getting used to it. And then my stomach contorted. I groaned, grasping the shelf for support as the vibrator churned my insides.
“Oh, fuck,” Sun gasped. Her back straightening, her hands reaching behind her to grab my ass. “oh, my god. It’s humming. Oh, fuck. That’s…that’s…”
I nodded my head. I had felt nothing like the humming, churning, vibrating bliss flowing out of my pussy. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut as I fought against the pleasure coursing through me. The teasing tongues vibrated against my clit, stimulating the bud, sending jolts of bliss racing through me. I squirmed, my hands clenching on the shelf.
“Oh, damn,” groaned Sun. “Oh, wow, that’s good.”
“We can’t cum,” I groaned. “We have to be good girls.”
“Shit,” Sun panted. “Fu…” her words trailed off.
“Are you two okay?” a woman said behind us.
I turned and a woman in her late thirties, a name tag pinned to her blouse, gave us a motherly smile. My cheeks reddened as the vibrator hummed inside of me. Could she hear it? I could. It sounded so loud.
“We’re fine.” My eyes widened. The last word rose in a sharp octave as the vibrator hummed even harder, churning my pussy to a hot froth. “Just goofing off.”
“I understand,” the woman said. “But you need to be mindful of the other patrons.”
“Yes,” Sun squeaked, her voice tight, her slanted eyes wide. “We’re…sorry…”
“Oh, what a cute pair of earrings,” the woman said, not realizing we were both on the verge of cumming. “They would look gorgeous on your small lobes, dear.”
“Thanks.” Sun’s face contorted.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
Sun just nodded, biting her lips. Her flushed face broke out in a sheen of sweat as she squirmed. I knew what she felt. Bliss radiated out from my pussy. An orgasm swelled through me. I wanted to cum so badly.
And then my phone chirped. A text. I fumbled it out, knowing who it was from. I looked at the screen. “Cum.”
“Yes, yes, she’s fine,” I moaned as I obeyed Daddy. I stopped fighting my orgasm. I shuddered before the older woman. She could be my mother. It was so wrong. I clenched my hands on the shelf as I relaxed myself into the bliss.
“So fine,” groaned Sun through grit teeth. “Th-thank you.”
My orgasm exploded through me. The humming toy intensified it. The ripples of bliss shot through my body, filling every inch of me. My knees buckled as a moan escaped my lips. I collapsed onto the floor, groaning, shuddering, writhing in ecstasy.
“Are you okay?” the woman gasped, clueless that I was having the orgasm of my life.
The bliss hit my mind. Stars danced before me as I stared at the floor. My spasmed about the humming device. My poor pussy felt numb from the wonderful vibrations. The toy kept buzzing, kept pleasing me. The orgasm wouldn’t stop.
It kept pouring through me. I fought so hard not to scream out how wonderful it was. The woman knelt, touching my shoulders. Her words fell on deaf ears. Just the fact she watched me and didn’t know what was happening intensified my ecstasy.
It was so much. Daddy was so cruel and wonderful all at the same time. He tortured me.
My fingers scratched at the linoleum. More groans escaped me as I squirmed. My tart musk filled my nose as my pussy juices soaked through my panties and dribbled down my thighs. The woman stroked my shoulders, her hands so soothing and so erotic all at the same time.
And then the vibrations ended.
I sucked in deep breaths as the pleasure faded. I sat up, giving the woman a flushed smile. “Sorry,” I said. “Just something…I ate.”
“Oh, you poor thing.”
“But I feel better now,” I groaned.
“Let me help you up.”
I nodded, my legs wobbly after my orgasm. Sun stared at me with wide eyes. She still trembled and squirmed, her butt plug teasing her. “Did you cum?” she mouthed.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Wow.”
Sun nodded her agreement.
“Do you need anything?” the woman asked. “Water?”
“We’re fine,” I said, my cheeks burning with embarrassment now. She had seen me cum.
Sun and I paid for our purchases. She squirmed the entire time, her butt plug humming happily away inside of her. We headed to a different store to buy our new purses. As we browsed, Sun leaned over and whispered, “It’s humming faster and faster. Your dad keeps upping the settings. This is torture.”
“I bet,” I whispered.
We bought our new purses and left the store. We were almost out of money now. Poor Sun trembled and bit her lip, fighting off the sensation in her ass. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were begging for mercy.
The humming returned to my pussy. A dull buzz, just enough to make my eyes widened and a small gasp to escape my lips. I squirmed as we walked through the mall, my breathing quickened, my nipples so hard I thought they might rip through my top.
“It’s starting for you again?” Sun groaned. Her face contorted and she clenched her teeth. “Damn, damn, damn. I want to just cum. I’m not his actual slave, like you. I don’t have to fight this.”
“You don’t,” I agreed.
“But it’s so hot,” she groaned. Her hands pressed to her belly. “Fuck, I’m on the edge. I need it so badly. I can’t believe how amazing this feels vibrating in my ass.”
I leaned over and gave her a hug and a quick kiss on the lips. Then my phone chirped. I broke away and pulled my phone out, reading the text from Daddy. “We need to go to the fountain.”
The mall had a huge fountain of splashing dolphins all squirting water out of their playful mouths. People threw coins in to make wishes all the time. I loved to do it. I shoved my hand into my purse as we rushed to the fountain, my vibrator humming faster and faster, and fished out a coin.
I knew the wish I would make.
A large crowd, as always, gathered by the fountain. People tossed in coins as they passed. The splashing water echoed over the buzz of their talking voices. Daddy sat on a lone bench at the edge. It was a quiet spot in the fountain area, no stores nearby, so not as much foot traffic where he sat. A good place to people watch.
Sun and I stopped before him, squirming, groaning, our faces flushed. Poor Sun rubbed at her jean shorts, her fingers stroking her groin. She had such a prominent cameltoe right now, her pussy plump and engorged, a wet spot soaking through the denim.
“Come sit on my lap, Melody,” Daddy said, pulling aside the bag he had on his lap. “Be a good girl and plop that ass right on Daddy’s big dick.”
His cock was exposed and covered in glistening lube. I bit my lip and looked around. No one was watching us. I turned and Daddy’s hand went beneath my skirt. He pulled my panties to the side as I sat down gingerly. The tip of his dick slid into my butt-crack. I groaned as I shifted, guiding it to my sphincter.
I sank down on him.
“Oh, fuck,” Sun panted as I sank slowly down onto Daddy’s cock, the vibrator humming away in my pussy.
My eyes bulged. I had taken his cock last night. He was thick. But now the vibrator also filled my pussy. I had both holes stuffed. It made his cock feel even thicker in my ass. I bit my lip to avoid moaning and drawing attention to us as I settled down on his dick, my skirt hiding how obscene we were right now.
“There, that’s my good girl,” Daddy groaned. Then he looked up at Sun. “Why don’t you go make a wish in the fountain? After you do, you may cum.”
Sun looked over her shoulder at all the people. “I…I have to…”
Daddy nodded his head.
Sun swallowed and pulled a coin out of her jean shorts pocket. She held it in her tight fist as she marched to the fountain, her ass swaying. I groaned and shifted on Daddy’s cock, stirring it in my ass as Daddy pulled out his phone and tapped the screen, controlling our toys.
“Oh, Daddy,” I gasped as the vibrator hummed louder.
“You can cum, too,” Daddy whispered in my ear.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I moaned, my heart racing. People passed us by, but no one commented on me sitting on my daddy’s lap. Yes, eighteen was too old to do it, but I didn’t care.
Not with his dick lodged into my ass. This was so hot. No one knew the taboo incest going on right beneath their noses. That my barely legal cunt was stuffed with a humming vibrator and my daddy’s big, thick dick filled my ass.
It was so hot. I squirmed and clenched down on his girth. My nipples tingled beneath my top as my clit ached from the vibrations. I wanted to scream as my orgasm swelled. I kept shifting, my body twisting at the naughty pleasure.
I was Daddy’s good girl. His sex slave. I would do anything for him. This had to prove I was worthy of a choker.
Sun reached the fountain. She tossed in her coin. Daddy tapped the phone, pushing up a slider to its maximum setting. My vibrator didn’t hum louder but I saw Sun’s legs tremble through the people. Then she fell to her knees and screamed out her bliss.
People paused, staring at the girl kneeling before the fountain, gasping and moaning. Her ass wiggled. I caught sight of it between people’s legs as they watched her. I groaned, my hips shifting more.
Daddy’s hands grasped my waist and slid me up his lubed cock. My bowels burned at the friction. My pussy ached. The vibrations were amazing. My clit was teased as Daddy’s strong arms bulged. He fucked me like a sex toy up and down his ass, the crowd distracted by Sun’s loud orgasm.
“That’s it, slut,” Daddy groaned. “Make Daddy cum before we’re caught. Make him explode in your tight ass.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I panted, my head lolling.
This was so hot. No one glanced at us as Daddy slid my body faster and faster up and down his cock. I trembled and gasped, the pleasure building in side of me. My top slid up, his hands gripping my bare belly, so strong.
My head lolled back. The pleasure swelled inside of me. I had permission to cum, too. I bit my lip, not wanting to be loud like Sun, and shuddered as my pussy and asshole spasmed. The friction increased in my bowels, adding to the bliss exploding in my pussy. The humming vibrator teased my clit and churned waves of rapture through my body.
I grunted, “Daddy, Daddy, yes,” beneath my breath as my body churned with pleasure. “Oh, Daddy, this is so hot.”
“Yes,” he groaned, sliding me faster and faster.
I loved it. His dick felt as good as the vibrator. My legs kicked and my toes curled against my flip-flops I clenched my teeth as the rapture swelled in me. My body squirmed as the pleasure increased.
And no one noticed. They were all fixated on Sun. Murmuring, wondering what was wrong with her. Several people knelt beside her, comforting her. She raised a head, her orgasm past, but she still trembled.
No one knew she was a naughty slut, too.
“Work that ass,” Daddy grunted, sliding me faster. “We don’t want to get caught. You need to make Daddy cum.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I panted, the vibrator churning another orgasm through me.
I groaned and grunted, my hips swiveling as Daddy fucked me on his cock. It was so hot. His dick stabbed so deep into me. I moaned and gasped quietly. My eyes stared at all the oblivious people. We fucked right under their noses.
“Cum in me, Daddy,” I groaned. “Flood your daughter’s ass with your cum. Do it before we’re caught. We’ll get in so much trouble. You’re such a bad daddy for doing this to your daughter.”
“Mmm, but you’re such a good girl for letting me.”
“Yes, yes, you’re good girl,” I panted. “I’m yours, Daddy. Yours. You own me. Anything you want. I’m your slave. Let me be your salve. Cum in me and let me be your loving slave.”
Daddy groaned. He slammed me down his cock. His hips bucked beneath me while his hands squeezed my sides. I gasped as his cum splashed into my ass. Hot, thick spurts of incestuous spunk filling me up in the mall.
No one knew. It was our taboo secret.
I loved it. My back arched as my bowels milked his cock. I moaned through clenched teeth, my orgasm peaking inside of me. Daddy groaned as the final spurt erupted into my asshole. His hands relaxed.
“Oh, that was good,” he panted. “So good.” His hand fumbled for his phone on the bench. He shut off the app.
My vibrator died.
“You need to get off me before anyone notices.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I panted. I quickly rose, groaning as his dick popped out of my asshole. I pushed my panties back in place, capturing the flood of his jizz while he quickly zipped up.
“Go check on Sun,” he said. “I’ll be at the car.”
I nodded, my coin clutched tightly in my fist. Daddy stood and walked away as I pushed through the crowd to my friend. Sun stood on wobbly legs. “I’m fine,” she told everyone. “I’m so sorry. I get…these stomach cramps sometimes. It was a bad one.”
“We should call your parents,” a woman said.
“Or 911,” groaned a man.
“No, no, I’m fine.” She spotted me. “There’s my friend. We were just leaving. Right?”
I nodded my head and reached her. I gave her a friendly hug. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Sun beamed at me. “Absolutely.”
“See, she’s fine,” I said. “My dad’s waiting to pick us up.”
The crowd broke up around us, walking away, a few giving us strange looks. I didn’t care. Let them suspect Sun came. None of them knew I had my daddy’s cum leaking out of my ass and flooding my panties.
I threw my coin in and made my wish: Let me be Daddy’s sex slave forever.
Sun hook her arm with mine, her shopping bags clutched in her hand. Daddy had taken mine. “So, how was it?”
“The best,” I answered as we walked away from the fountain. “And how was cumming in front of half the mall?”
She grinned. “I think I’m an exhibitionist. I kept cumming and cumming as they watched me. Some were filming.”
“You wicked slut,” I laughed.
“You’re one to talk with a load of your daddy’s cum in your ass.”
I beamed at her. As we walked out of the mall, I knew my wish would come true. I would be Daddy’s sex slave. He wouldn’t need Mom at all.
Jill had been faithful to her husband until an old Black lover resurfaced in her lifeKyle and Jill Madigan were happily married with two beautiful daughters aged 15 and 12 in the summer of 2012. They had a good marriage and were very much in love. They had married in 1996 and their daughter Layla was born a year later. Their lives were a struggle and when Alexis was born in 2000 they had a hard time of it until Kyle graduated college shortly after, but since then their lives had become typical of upper middle income families. Kyle had risen quickly at his firm and they led comfortable lives not wanting for anything they needed.
Jill was a warm hearted woman that was loved by everyone that knew her and her and Kyle’s relationship with their daughters was very close; so close in fact that every mother that knew them was jealous of how they seemed more friends than parents and daughters. Everyone wanted to know their secret to managing their girls. The girls themselves for all outward appearances were very well mannered, good girls.
Everything was not as it appeared in the Madigan home though. Jill loved her husband with all her heart but she had needs that he could never understand or fill. Before she had met and fell in love with her husband she had been meeting with an older black man for sex in a somewhat surreptitious relationship. She knew she could never be with a black man without losing her family and friends back then. While race relations had improved a lot by the 1990’s her relatives and close friends and their families still did not believe in the races mingling sexually or intermarrying.
Omar was 32 in 1993 and she 15 when she first met him at a 5K run for charity she was participating in. He was 6′ 2″ and very fit and muscular and his cock was outlined very plainly in his running shorts. She felt uncomfortable when he had first said something to her and she had glanced down and saw his large dick so obvious to anyone’s gaze. They talked about the race and he inquired if she run often and if that was how she acquired such a wonderful body. She had blushed and became quite embarrassed by an older man with such an enormous cock finding her attractive.
He had asked her to have coffee with him after the race but she would never feel comfortable being seen in public alone with an older black guy and put him off saying, “Maybe another time”. When he had asked for her number she hesitated, but she really found him to be a nice man in spite of his being black. She later wondered if she had really found him that attractive and nice or if it had just been the wetness she felt and the throbbing at her clit she experienced the whole time they talked as her gaze couldn’t stray from his big dick for long. She felt more mature when she talked to Omar. He talked and treated her as an adult not a teenaged girl. He made her feel special and pretty and desired as a woman not a girl. She enjoyed the attention of an older man even if he was Black. She was no virgin and loved the feel of a hard cock provoking orgasms from deep within her and she was sure his dick could perform that feat effortlessly. No matter the reason she had given him her number.
Over the next few weeks they had talked for some long minutes and gotten to know each other pretty well. He kept asking her out but she just couldn’t bring herself to taking the chance of being seen with him by her friends or family. Finally she had to tell him why she wouldn’t go out with him while assuring him that she had no problem being with him other than that. Her family was the most important thing in her life. He was very understanding of her position but indicated he really wanted to be with her in person if just to talk. He invited her to his home in a well-known gated community 20 minutes or so out of town. Every home in it was an estate with at least ten acres crisscrossed by streams and small lakes. Most of the homes were hidden from the road by stands of old oak trees surrounding them. It was a very spacious community of wealthy people that liked their privacy.
Just the fact of him living behind those big gates with a guard at the entry was enough to convince her to go. She had heard many stories of the homes behind those gates and was intrigued by the thought of seeing them. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she could do anything there and no one would ever know. Since beginning to talk to Omar she had spent many minutes with him on the phone and her hand rubbing her clit remembering his cock and the feelings it instilled in her as she gazed at it. Shortly after meeting Omar she had turned sixteen and got her driver’s license and her first car. She agreed to come to his home the following Friday evening. Needless to say Friday evening was the first time she felt Omar’s big cock stretching her pussy in ways that had her permanently addicted to fucking him.
They met at his home at least once a week for months and she would have been there every day if she could have accomplished it without arousing anyone’s suspicions or curiosity’s of where she went. Then there was the day she was out shopping and Omar called and asked her if she wished to come to a small party he was having with some friends at his home. She wanted to go for sure but she asked if there was any chance anyone could know her. Omars laugh should have instilled a premonition of what was to come but when he said, “No baby, I can assure you nobody here knows you…yet!”, she began walking to her car with a hunger in her pussy and a smile on her face knowing shortly she would feel his huge cock pummeling her pussy.
When she arrived she found out the “Small Party”, was actually a group of well hung black men sitting around the pool drinking nude and she was to be the party favor for them all. She couldn’t lie and say she didn’t welcome what she got as they fucked all her holes repeatedly for hours and hours but she was surprised that Omar would put her out there like he did. That was the day she realized that she would always need black men in her life. It was also the day she realized how she loved being an exhibitionist sexually, having people watch her being fucked and fucking black dicks. The feeling of her pussy being stretched painfully while a black man’s hot cum spewed deeply inside her, soothing the hurt of his dick as she begged for more became an ingrained need that day.
Then she met Kyle and learned to love him as a person and she felt guilty each time she met with Omar and his friends so she told him of her feelings and that she wasn’t coming anymore. As usual he was very understanding and wished her the best while assuring her she would be missed badly and was welcome anytime if she changed her mind. She knew Omar wouldn’t do without. He had brought other women to their get-togethers very often the last few months. While full of hard, fat black dick it had been reasonably easy to talk her and the other girls into having sex for the pleasure of the guys present. She had learned to look forward to those encounters. She loved to suck a woman’s pussy while people watched. She held nothing back when at Omar’s, his home was where she could unleash her inner slut completely, her sanctuary from the morals that restricted her enjoying every moment of her “Normal” life.
Her and Kyle married, had kids and were happy. But, every time she saw an attractive black man with a large bulge in his pants she filled with a hunger to feel him inside her. Throughout those years she had masturbated often to the memories of Omar’s house. Even more than the black dicks she missed the feel of another woman’s mouth and hands on her body. Kyle’s dick alleviated her hunger for black dick somewhat but nothing replaced the feelings she had while sucking a woman to an orgasm while others watched. She wished she had become better friends with the women frequenting Omar’s home so she could meet them for sex, even possibly having Kyle there with them..
Jill’s needs seemed to grow exponentially with the birth of each child. Kyle’s cock no longer filled her or sated the needs she had. She relied more and more on her large black dildo’s and her memories to try and sate her desires. She spent many hours trying to think of a way to get her husband to agree to her fucking black men every once in a while but always realized she would never have the courage to risk their relationship and marriage by actually speaking to him about it.
Maybe it was fate that one day while shopping she saw a man that resembled Omar. She had stopped for a sandwich at the food court and across the court she saw the man drinking a cup of coffee and eating a sandwich. Her pussy filled and her breathing became deep, quicker as her mind flooded with memories of Omar and his friends. She had to cross her legs and her thighs squeezed tightly as her leg pumped to the tempo of the throbbing at her clit. Could it be she wondered? He looked older but the bulge in his pants was just as large as years ago. He noticed her staring at him and his gaze moved up and down her body, lingering beneath her table on her exposed thighs before again rising to her face. She saw the recognition register on his face and his mouth showing a big smile as he rose and approached her saying, “Jill, is this really you?”
Jill’s heart was pounding. She knew she should deny being herself and run from him but she was frozen, unable to move. Her hesitation became embarrassing and she stammered, “Er, I,,,I,,,Omar is it really you”?
“Oh my god girl, you look as delicious as the first time I saw you at that run all those years ago. How have you been…he asked?”
“Married and raising kids Omar, and you?” she replied hoping when he found out she was married he would exchange pleasantries and then leave. She knew if he wanted to she would fuck him right there in front of god and everyone at the mall. Just being in his presence was enough to cause a veil of passionate need to fog her mind and cause the seething that was always dormant in her loins to flare and become an inferno of craving need in her pussy. She knew if she didn’t get away from him she was lost. She wanted to beg him to take her somewhere and fuck her brains out but her love for Kyle and her kids stood in the way just as they had for years.
“Oh I guess I’m just like you left me sweetie, nothing changed much except I’m older now”…he replied.
” I’m sorry Omar but I really have to run” she said as she looked at her watch. “It was really nice seeing you, it brings back a lot of good memories of my crazy youth”
Omar sensed her uneasiness and suspected the cause of it and said, “Sure Jill, but hey let me walk you to your car while we talk a bit. I really enjoy seeing you again. I’d love to meet your family sometimes.” he said casually.
Jill felt relief when he said that about meeting her family. It led her to believe he didn’t have any sexual intentions which is exactly what Omar wished her to believe. As they walked he asked her, “Are you happy Jill? I remember you as a laughing, care-free young woman with a ravenous appetite for sex and now here you are all serious and responsible. Is your husband a good man Jill, say, is he the guy you met when you quit coming over?
Jill had to smile as she said, “Yes Omar, the same guy. I told you I loved him. Do you think I would have given up what we enjoyed if I wasn’t sure he was worth it?
“Yeah I remember thinking that he must have a huge dick to keep you from having what you were getting at the house?”
Jill laughed loudly as she said, “No, he doesn’t at all.” Then feeling guilty at speaking about Kyle like that she added, “He is hung pretty good but nothing like you and the guys at the house. I don’t love him for his sex Omar, he is a good man and I respect him and would never want to hurt him intentionally. Their talking of their sexual pursuits back then had the hunger within her almost unbearable as he hugged her as they walked. Feeling his hands on her, squeezing her through her dress as she remembered them holding her hips as he plowed her pussy, had her panties soaked. Omar exuded an air of manliness, an inner strength that drew women to him. He was confident of his manhood and never pressed himself on a woman until she indicated she wanted him to, and then he became an alpha male and took complete control of her body and mind.
As they approached the car Jill felt both relief and regret at knowing she would be leaving Omar’s presence. This was the biggest test of her fidelity to Kyle since they married and she needed it to be over lest she succumb to her inner sexual desires as she did those many years ago when with this stud man. Back then she was young and inexperienced and didn’t know what she was going to experience and its effect on her. Today she was fully aware of the immense pleasure to be found on Omar’s huge black cock and to have him so near knowing he would give her what she needs so very readily was becoming unbearable. The yearning that knowledge instilled in her pussy and mind was overwhelming in its intensity.
They rehashed the memory of her first “Small Party” as they made the long walk to the back of the lot where she parked. Those memories caused an anguish in her mind as she tried to repress the hunger that was permeating her comletely. She tried to remain composed even though she had a fire seething in her loins. She noticed that there was a pick-up truck parked on both sides of her car as they approached it. She stopped at her door between the car and the truck and turned to face Omar to say good-bye.
Without thinking she stretched up on her toes to place a slight kiss on his lips. As she did it Omar’s hand encircled her waist and pulled her to him and he kissed her passionately. She tried to turn her head as her mind cried out, “No, no, you can’t”. She felt the large knot of his dick pressing against her clit as he lifted her by her ass and ground it against her. The intense thrills racing from her mashed bud caused a hard shudder to run through her body and her mind succumbed as his lips pressed to hers. Her arousement was overwhelming as her thighs spread and she ground her hips into his body as his large hands squeezed her ass cheeks tightly. His hands slid beneath her dress to cup her ass cheeks while his fingers teased her asshole and pussy as her tongue entered his mouth. She heard his zipper being drawn down and realized he was about to fuck her right there in the parking lot. Breaking their kiss she pleaded, “NO, no oh god Omar no….I can’t…..husband”
Omar sensed her need and paid no attention to her pleas. He ripped her panties from her body before lifting her legs as he pressed her back against her car. His stiff cock was sliding over her clit as he hunched it against her while saying, “I remember what you like Jill and I’m gonna fuck you right here in public with everyone watching. Put it in baby, you know you need it, take my black cock like you used to.
Jill’s mind was torn but her body screamed its need as a weakness flooded over her and she resigned herself to what she knew she wanted. Her hand grasped his fat cock and a loud moan escaped her lips as she remembered the feeling she was about to receive. She felt his fat glans at her flooding pussy, felt its hot rawness pressing against the wet flesh there as it opened her to its huge girth.
Omar wasted no time forcing to her depths as he rammed his long black dick incessantly into Jill’s undulating body. He fucked her roughly, deeply as her weight forced her pussy to accept every hard inch of his huge dick. Jill was out of control, hunching her pussy wildly into his up thrusting dick as she screamed how badly she had missed his big cock. Seeing people driving and walking by only incensed her need for his cock. She screamed her love of him and swore she’d never quit fucking him again. His dick felt hot inside her, stretching her until her pussy felt ripping and when she cum her hands reached down and pulled at his ass, her fingernails digging into his flesh through his trousers as she roughly hunched into his swollen cockhead.
Jill heard a woman exclaim, “My god honey look at his dick, where does she put all that black cock.?” Turning her head she saw a couple in a car stopped in the aisle watching them fuck and every cell of her body seemed to explode with its own orgasm knowing she was being watched as Omar fucked his huge black dick up into her white cunt. Her eyes closed as the intensity of her spasms had her begging Omar to fuck her hard, to hurt her pussy. Her orgasms felt like one continuous outpouring of intensity. One hard spasm would course through her and as it waned another of more powerful proportions would immobilize her as Omar held her to his dick and power fucked her pussy until she thought she was going insane. Her head was flailing wildly, hips hunching ferociously each time a waning of her orgasm occurred and then hips out-turning as she stiffened under the assault upon her deepest walls.
Tears flowed down Jill’s face as she sobbed at the pleasure she had longed for so many years. She felt so much love for Omar and his huge black dick, so much gratitude for taking her even though she indicated she didn’t want it. She felt so womanly as she rode his dick, so special that Omar wanted her pussy so badly that he just took her right there in the parking lot after all these years. She cried at the thought that she had cheated on Kyle and sobbed hard at the knowledge that she was going to do it again and again. None of those thoughts mattered as long as Omar had his big dick buried to his balls in her husband’s pussy, he owned her, owned her pussy like no other man could. She would always love Kyle but she now knew she would always fuck Omar. She drew him to her and kissed him passionately as she accepted in her mind that her pussy belonged to this Black man even if her heart belonged to Kyle and her kids.
Jill didn’t hear her phone ringing in her purse that was laying on the ground beneath her as she was totally engulfed in making up for all the years she had craved what she was receiving so deeply from her old lover. She knew there would be changes in her life from this newly awakened hunger but she couldn’t think of that as long as Omar was inside her.
Layla and Alexis knew their mom was at the mall so when they decided they wished to attend the show that evening Layla had driven them to the mall in search of her. They needed some money from their allowances and besides they enjoyed hanging at the Mall anyway. The mall was packed and they had to park all the way at the back and walk to the mall proper. They searched the mall and visited a few of their favorite stores but never found their mom. Realizing they weren’t going to find and surprise her they began walking to the exit while Layla tried to call Jill. As they exited the building their mom’s phone went to voicemail and Layla just hung up. Alexis was talking to some school friends she had run into so Layla told her she would go get the car and pick her up right where she was. Alexis said Ok and went back to talking with her friends.
Layla wondered why her mother hadn’t answered the phone, she always answered her phone. As she neared her car at the back of the lot she heard what she thought was a woman crying a few aisles over. Stopping, she gazed around until she saw the source of the sounds. Her jaw dropped open as she saw a woman pressed up against a car, her legs held up by a large black man’s arms as he appeared to be fucking her senseless. It was then that she had the thought that the car she was held against was like her mom’s. She couldn’t see the woman’s face but the hair was the same color as her mom’s. Layla became instantly fearful as she thought her mom might be being raped by the black man. She ran up the aisle until she was across from the couple fucking and moved nearer between the cars until she was only a cars’ length from them.
It was her mom, but she seemed to be enjoying the guy fucking her, even begging him to fuck her harder, deeper. People were watching them from cars stopped in the aisle and standing nearby. Layla then lowered her gaze to the Black guys cock as it pistoned in her mom’s pussy. My god he’s huge, she thought, where does it all go. Layla watched mesmerized at the way her mom’s hips rolled and hunched into his hardest thrusts. She felt her own pussy filling with a wetness unlike any she had ever felt. Did the guy rape her and she liked his huge cock fucking her she wondered. She knew her mom loved her dad and couldn’t believe she fucked this guy willingly…but…she could hear her mom screaming how much she loved the guy, even crying out things like, “Oh god fuck me hard Omar, oh fuck I’ve needed you so long baby’.
She also heard “Omar” say, “Let these people see you cum on this big nigga dick baby, show em how much you love them watching you fuck a black man”, and she also saw the effect his words had on her mom as her thighs tried to straighten and she cum hard over and over. Layla was watching as the guy groaned and began fucking her mom fiercely causing Jill to scream with the ferocity of his assault on her pussy, “YES, YES!…Cum in me….oh god yes…doit Oh shit your dicks so good….aiieeeeeEEEEEEE…. oh god it hurts…….yes yes! oooohhFUCKYES!
Layla was holding her pussy as she watched her mom screaming as his dick filled her with his cum. She saw his white cum spilling from around his dick as he pumped her full repeatedly. She saw her mom cum hard, clawing at his body and grabbing his head in her hands and kissing him passionately as he continued ramming his black dick up forcefully into her pussy. Layla wanted to feel what her mom was feeling right at that moment. Her pussy was crying out to be fucked. Her knees got weak and she sank to the ground as she heard people applauding and whistling and cat calling as the black guys cum spurted from around his huge dick as he hunched violently into her mom’s cunt.
Layla was shaken. If she hadn’t seen it herself no one could have ever convinced her that her mother would fuck a black guy in the mall parking lot with people watching and cumming her ass off while she did it. What she saw next was even more shocking as the guy slid from her mom’s pussy and she knelt before him and began licking and sucking his now fully exposed cock clean. She heard other women exclaiming how huge “Omar’s” cock was and how could she have taken all of it up in her pussy. Her mom literally adored his cock with her mouth but for some reason she had tears running down her cheeks as if crying. Her actions implied they were tears of joy as her mouth engulfed his fat glans and she pumped it like she wanted him to cum in her mouth. It was obvious to Layla that she wanted more of this man’s dick. Her mom’s eyes kept glancing at the people watching her and it seemed to drive her knowing they were seeing her mouth his cock.
She saw the man lift her mom from the ground like she was a toy, open the car door and place her in the drivers seat and close the door before picking up her bags and purse from the ground and handing them to her. This whole time his cock was hanging from his pants and Layla couldn’t take her eyes from it. God she wanted to feel him fucking her as forcefully as he had just fucked her mom. She understood perfectly how her mom could be influenced to fuck him, hell any woman would, married or not. She watched as he then leaned in the door and kissed her mom with obvious passion. It wasn’t a hurried kiss like he was afraid of being caught, but a slow meaningful kiss that seemed to go on forever. Layla could easily discern their tongues were entwining as they enjoyed their soulful kiss. Surely her mom had feelings for this black man. Layla wanted to be mad at her mom for cheating on her dad but she just couldn’t, not with her own pussy craving to fuck the same cock her mom had been seduced and subjugated by.
Omars cock had stiffened as he kissed Jill and stood straight out from his body as Layla’s clit throbbed in a crescendo of need and her pussy ached to feel him in her deeply. Omar glanced at her mom and said, “I’ll save this for you baby, don’t keep me waiting long”, and opened his pants and pulled his cock upright and closed his pants over it and allowed his shirt-tail to hang down over it but it was still very discernable. He walked away without a glance back towards her mom. The show over the people who had been watching began leaving. Layla sat down and leaned back against the car she had been peering from behind as she debated following the guy and trying to seduce him into fucking her also. Just then her phone rang. It was her mom. She answered and her mom said, “Hi sweetie, I’m sorry I didn’t answer when you called, I must not have heard it, what did you want?”
“Where are you mom, me and Alexis have been looking for you at the mall and couldn’t find you?”
“Oh really, are you still there”, she asked, her voice seeming to tremble a little.
“Yeah Alexis is talking to some friends and I’m walking to get the car and I’m gonna go back and get her, why, are you at the mall”, she asks, pretending not to know where she is?
“Well actually I’m sitting in the car in the parking lot but you’d probably never find me it’s so packed”, Jill replied.
Layla ran stooped over back a few aisles and back towards the building before standing and saying. “We just wanted some of our allowance money to go to the show, what aisle are you in and I’ll try to find you,” She began walking where she was sure her mom would see her as she said, “Just look up at the light towers, they have aisle markers on them and see what aisle you’re in.”
In just seconds she heard her mom say, “I see you baby, you’re right in front of me just a couple of aisles over. Look to your left, I’m waving at you”!
“Oh yeah I see you now mom”, she replied as she began walking to her mom’s car. Layla couldn’t help but notice the large wet spot on the ground next to the car and the whitish cum clinging to the side of the car and the trail of moisture down the door as she thought, my god she cum a bucket full and that must be his cum sliding down the door. Jill looked like she had been rode hard and put away wet and the truth was she had been. “Damn mom why are you perspiring so much, you look like you’re burning up”, Layla asked inquisitively, knowing it would make her mom uncomfortable.
“I’ve been walking so much in that damned mall and I had to park all the way back here and I’m wore out and just need a good hot shower baby”, she replied as she took out her wallet and gave Layla a hundred dollars while saying, “Here baby, you two have a good time and it’s on momma.”
“Gee thanks mom, I’ll split it with Alexis”, she said as she placed her hands on the window sill and leaned in to kiss her mom good-by.” She knew her mom had traces of their cum on her lips from sucking his cock clean and Layla wanted to taste it. As she kissed her mom the scent of her sexing wafted up from her lap. “Damn mom your breath stinks like ass, you should stop and get a breath mint before you kiss dad, what did you eat anyway”, Layla asked just to see her mom squirm? Then as she lifted her hands from the car she said, “EWWW, what is all over your car mom, it’s all down the side of it and it looks like…….I don’t know what it is but it’s slimy and sticky and there’s a puddle of it on the ground. Did you spill something?”
Jill’s face turned a bright crimson and she averted her eyes as she realized her daughter had placed her hands in her and Omar’s emissions from their coupling just minutes before. “Well crap, somebody must have spilled something as they walked through honey. Shit, I don’t even have a tissue sweetie”, she said pretending ignorance.
“That’s ok mom I have some in the car but you really should get that cleaned off. Then laughing she says, it almost looks like some guy cum on it. Don’t let dad see that”, she turned and left as her mom sat there with a look on her face as if wondering if she knew.
Layla gazed at the glob of cum sticking to her left thumb knowing it was the black guys ball juice and on impulse licked it off and savored it on her taste buds while her pussy clenched at her action. Not bad she thought, I could get to like that if I could suck it from its source as she remembered his huge cock and the affect it had on her mom and herself just watching. She started the engine and was pulling out as she pondered if she should tell Alexis what she saw. Probably not she decided, it would just cause her to worry if mom and dad were going to get a divorce and she might be pissed at mom fucking a black guy. She knew she would have to have a talk with her mom about what she had seen but it had to be the right time and place. She may even have to tell her dad if the circumstances become right for it.
How I became a black cock slut through exhibitionism!Look At My Dick White Girl; 1 Looking back I wonder how many times I’ve sat in that booth oblivious to the world around me while reading or studying and sipping a latte. My day had started and was unfolding like every weekday of my life. Running late to classes, a hurried lunch, more classes and then relaxing here in my favorite coffee house while studying for tomorrow. It must have been fate that on this day I was reading a story, Fanny Hill, for English Literature that had many passionate love passages and instances of sex written into the story plot. The writing had stirred a passionate response in me as it had been quite some time since I had allowed my mind to turn to anything sexual in nature. It had been months since Arnold and I had called it quits and our sex life had fallen off months before the actual break-up.
Maybe my face had turned red or something and he had picked up on my sexual uneasiness, the pumping of my thighs as I squeezed them trying to sate the gnawing craving within my loins, I don’t know. But the young man sitting across from me in the shop, some thirty feet or so away was definitely interested in me. I don’t know what caused me to look up, a sixth sense or whatever that feeling is that one gets when someone is staring at you, but I did. His gaze was straight towards me and when I looked at him he quickly turned away, not embarrassed but more like he was up to no good. Pretending to read I kept watching him with my peripheral vision, something making me quite uneasy about the way he kept staring at me. He was a young and good looking African-American man, brown eyes, black hair, and seemed to be quite fit in stature. He had an overcoat thrown casually across his waist as he sat at his table and his legs stretched out in front of him with ankles crossed. His eyes were so striking, and when he looked at me it was as if he was looking into my soul. I felt that he could somehow see the passion that was filling my body from the words that I read, and that thought caused a fire to burn within my groin. I glanced up and my eyes were looking directly into his and the passion I saw there sent a shudder to course through my being. It was as if he were stroking me from within, touching my most private places using only his eyes. His dark orbs burned with an intensity that I’d only seen in men while making love.
Like most white women I guess I had fantasized many times while masturbating about being forcefully taken by a very well endowed black male. Of course my upbringing would never allow me to engage in that act willingly so in my fantasy I was raped, forced to do unspeakable things to him and the friends of his that he gave me to. I never failed to orgasm intensely and repeatedly while under the influence of this vision. And now here I was, my eyes gazing into a black man’s eyes and my mind sensing that somehow he knew of my most dark desires and needs.
I had to break contact with his eyes as I felt uncomfortable and my breathing had deepened and become quite raspy. I was grappling with the intensity of his gaze, looking down at my novel when I first noticed the slight movement of the coat upon his waist. His left hand was holding his coffee cup but his right was under the coat, unseen. His hips shifted almost nervously and his tongue ran quickly over his lips, wetting them as his eyes lowered and his gaze fell beneath my table. I could feel his gaze burning into the skin of my partially exposed thighs as I watched the movement under his coat quicken. Turning my head to face him I openly watched as the coat slowly fell away from his uplifting hand and a dark object arose, poking from behind the folds of the coat. It was with a sudden gasp that I now recognized the bulbous shape of his glans as he moved it into my sight.
Quickly I lowered my gaze to the pages before me and began reading in earnest………..”placed me favourably for his wanton purpose of inspection. Then, who can express the fire his eyes glisten’d, his hands glow’d with! whilst sighs of pleasure, and tender broken exclamations, were all the praises he could utter. By this time his machine, stiffly risen at me, gave me to see it in its highest state and bravery. He feels it himself, seems pleas’d at its condition, and, smiling loves and graces”,…….and as if acting from the written words I read he pulls his hardened rod to an erect position and holds it in all its huge glory for my eyes to feast upon. My body reels with the craving passion that causes shudders of delight to race through me as I try desperately not to look at the delight he offers. My mind is confused, I am angry, I cannot believe the boldness of his actions, but also I cannot deny the throbbing need that I feel in my body.
He wears a leering smile on his face as he sees my thighs pumping faster. It’s as if he knows the effect his baring his manhood has upon me and try as I might I cannot help but squirm and press into the seat seeking some pressure to relieve the throbbing need his actions have instilled within me. The words I read offer no solace to my minds need….”I, struggling faintly, could not help feeling what I could not grasp, a column of the whitest ivory, beautifully streak’d with blue veins, and carrying, fully uncapt, a head of the liveliest vermilion: no horn could be harder or stiffer; yet no velvet more smooth or delicious to the touch”……I close my eyes and lay my head back against the cushioned seat as my clitoris throbs unabashedly and a yearning emptiness that craves to be filled wettens in anticipation. From beneath near closed eyelids I watch him as he strokes his thick stallion like cock, his huge glans throbbing with a boldness that is plainly visible even from this distance. I want to run, to disappear, but a part of me keeps me riveted to my seat. My muscles feel frozen, tensed, my breathing is ragged and deep and I crave to touch myself. My mouth waters at the thought of placing my mouth down over his huge glans, his hand on my head forcing me to suck the cream from his balls….NO!…NO!!…I can’t think those thoughts I tell myself as I feel my resolve slipping away.
I glance around almost furtively to see if anyone else can see what he is doing but I see no one, not even the counter help. His eyes glisten with a demonic fire as he watches my chest lifting and falling, thighs squeezing, knowing full well how I crave to press my body down onto his ebony shaft and feel it spurting it’s hot seed into my depths as my own orgasmic juices mingle and mix with his. His hands, both now, move up and down his thick shaft as I now openly observe his actions. My eyes seem to feel the hardness he possesses and his length now extends over the tabletop. I know what I am about to do and my whole being screams its revulsion but the forces building within me demand relief and I have no ability to prevent it as my thighs uncross and open. My skirt rides up my thighs as my thighs spread wantonly. My mind is gripped by a carnality unlike any I’ve ever known. My breathing is deep, hurried, as my hands extend to my inner thighs while my gaze caresses the object of my all consuming desire. I position myself to where he is looking directly at the treasure he openly desires. His hand begins pumping rapidly as my fingers pull my panties aside and I begin slowly rolling my clit under the balls of my fingers. I can’t control my hips as they hunch, roll as in my mind I feel his animal like cock open and enter me. Spasms race through me, jolts of pure pleasure emanate from my manipulating myself as in my mind he rises, comes to me and forces his magnificent cock deep inside me. He presses his rod downward to point towards me and I see the gleam of his precum as it oozes from his tip and I know he nears cumming. His wanting me to know that fact causes me to hunch quickly into my caresses.
That thought fills me with a molten heat, a burning within my soul to feel that hotness erupting inside me. My hand quickens it rubbing of my clit and my other presses three fingers as far as possible into my clenching cauldron of pleasure. I feel the first tremors of orgasm as I watch his thighs tighten and lift, cock stiffening and his large glans swelling like a stallion trumpeting! Like an exploding volcano it erupts, sending long streaming ribbons of his pearlescent thick cum rocketing upwards like cannon-shot. His hands stroke quickly, sporadically, as his asscheeks squeeze, hips rising and body trembling before relaxing and settling back into his seat. Each tensing uplifting sends another thick glob of ecstasy streaming like a comet, its tail trailing from his pulsing tip. His urgency relieved his balls continue to pump the seemingly endless supply of his molten lava from his tip. My entire body quakes as I think of him erupting so arduously deep in my womb. I hear the squishing of his hands as they continue stroking amidst the overflow of his balls as it flows down his long shaft to coat his pumping hands, lubricating them. That sight has me rolling and fingering my pussy until my whole body is tensed in an orgasm unlike any I’ve ever felt roil my mind. My eyes close and I tremble and shake for what seems hours as hard spasms rock my world, and all I can do is hold my hand tightly against my mound and squeeze my thighs and moan loudly, hips rocking back and forth in unison with my spasming pleasure.
When the waves of pleasure finally relent and I’m sitting there with my body jerking, breathing coming in gasps I open my eyes and he is gone! Vanished like an Incubus in the night after sating his needs, leaving me exhausted by my own sating experience. Was he real or just a figment of my imagination caused by my reading such erotic passages in this novel? If not for the coffee cup residing on the table and his ejaculate coating the floor, table and even upon the chair he sat in I could have convinced myself of his imaginary state. Left alone I again begin reading; ” every one of which was a joy inexpressible; and that joy lost in a crowd of yet greater blisses! But this was a disorder too violent in nature to last long: the vessels, so stirr’d and intensely heated, soon boil’d over, and for that time put out the fire; meanwhile all this dalliance and disport had so far consum’d the morning, that it became a kind of necessity to lay breakfast and dinner into one.” And at that I picked up a napkin and began wiping the joy I had experienced from my fingers and thighs. Then I arose and went to the ladies room to freshen up a bit.
That night I lay in my bed and recounted the afternoon’s events. How vividly I recalled his stroking of his wonderful cock. The thought that he wanted me so badly, that he was hardened by the mere sight of me caused me to burn with a need for his cock. Or was he just taunting me, teasing me, never planning on pleasuring me in any way but to give me this memory so that I could lay here and rub myself while wondering how that thickness would feel inside of me, pressuring me, stretching me, my mind knowing full well that it was a black man’s cock that would be spewing his hot seed within my walls. My body was now squirming with a heated desire. My mind begged to fulfill the needs I felt. Reaching for the nightstand drawer I retrieved my largest dildo and began pressing it into my wetness while remembering the sight of that beautiful black cock. In my mind I could feel his hands on my body as he drove deeply into me, taunting me with his words, calling me a white slut, making me beg for his big black dick, forcing himself fully into my resisting body as I cried out in pain before begging him not to ever stop fucking me with his manly cock. I was hunching fiercely into the dildo now, in a kneeling position, forcing all of it into me as I felt his ebony body fucking hard into my spasming pussy. I don’t recall ever spending so much time pleasuring myself or enjoying each orgasm so much as I did that night. I felt alive, like a part of me that I had never known had exposed itself. I had such erotic thoughts, like I wished I would have just arose and walked to him and pressed my pussy down onto his cock and fucked him right there in the coffee shop. The thought excited me wildly! The vision of me impaled on such a monster cock where anyone could just walk in and catch me, know that I am enjoying a large black cock in my white pussy, cumming repeatedly on it as they watch had me forcing the dildo deep into my wanton pussy. Never before in my life had I experienced such an overwhelming arousement as I had watching him express his desire for my pussy. The thrill of knowing we could be caught at any moment had heightened my arousement to the point of submission to the craving he instilled in me. I had heard of black men possessing such large weapons of pleasure and having balls of endless cum. But to see one in reality and watch it spew such enormous amounts of cum, especially when I was the proxy recipient of that hot spewing just made me throb with a craving wetness I’ve never felt before. I now realized that as soon as I found the time I would have to pursue a good Black dicking of my pure white pussy!
Look at My Dick White Girl 2
It was weeks later on a bus ride to downtown that I found myself alone on the bus, sitting all the way in the rear as I used to in my high school days. Presently the bus stopped and picked up a passenger. After paying his fare the man walked to the rear of the bus and sat in front of me on the long bench type seat facing to my right. He had an overcoat on and a scarf wrapped his face. I was idly looking out the window, riding, and watched a few more passengers getting on at the next stop. One, an older lady of 35 or so, sat in the front facing seat right before the man in the overcoat. I found myself looking at the other passengers wondering about their lives etc. when I found myself staring at the eyes of the man in the coat. I remembered those eyes, the intensity of them and I felt a warmth begin to spread through my body. Could it be I wondered? His head would turn and I could see his gaze running the length of my body and see his hands in the coats pockets move slightly. Was this really him I wondered, was he rubbing his big dick even now as he looked at me? I allowed my jacket to fall open exposing my breasts to his gaze as my thighs opened slightly exposing some creamy white skin to him. As I expected, his hand began moving more quickly under his coat and I opened my thighs widely, exposing my panties to his view brazenly.
No one could see my actions except him and I was the only person capable of seeing him from the shoulders down. His gaze fell immediately to my pussy and then back up to my face. I saw his recognition of me expressed as a seething heat in his eyes. I felt the first tremors of my arousement as I saw his eyes begin to gleam as before. When he withdrew his hands from his pockets and opened his coat front to reveal that beautiful ebony staff, even now hardening under my gaze, I can’t describe the sensations that raced through my body. My mind seemed seared by the heat that filled me! My thighs jerked close as my entire body experienced a wave of electric like energy from the intense spasm I felt in my pussy. He remained sitting there while stroking his hardening meat. It was then I realized what an exhibitionist truly was. He got off on seeing the effect he had on me just like I got off knowing how badly he wanted me. I slid my hand into my panties and began fingering myself uninhibitedly, not a bit hesitant as before. I shifted my body and quickly removed my panties, placing them in my pocket before again widely spreading my thighs and hiking my skirt.
He motioned for me to sit beside him so I did. His cock was right there and as he placed his hand on mine I remembered the words from Fanny Hill “a head of the liveliest vermilion: no horn could be harder or stiffer; yet no velvet more smooth or delicious to the touch. Presently he guided my hand lower, to that part in which nature and pleasure keep their stores in concert, so aptly fasten’d and hung on to the root of their first instrument and minister, that not improperly he might be styl’d their purse-bearer too: there he made me feel distinctly, through their soft cover, the contents, a pair of roundish balls, that seem’d to play within, and elude all pressure but the tenderest, from without.”, and as he lifted it and placed it upon his rigid pole I felt all my inhibitions course from my being in a spasming rush and I felt a wetness in my pussy that flowed.
So hard! So big my hand could not encircle it. And the way it jerked in my grasp, it felt so muscular and the heft of it told of the way it would surely force it’s way into any orifice it deemed worthy. I wanted it, wanted to feel it ripping deep into my pussy. Feeling it and needing it so badly filled me with sensations like I’d never felt before. When I looked at it, it seemed to draw my mouth to it, I wanted to taste of it like no other cock in my life. My mind was torn, could I do that here in public. Me, a white girl, breaking the taboo that has always been instilled in white women for ages by being a black cock slut. I knew the answer before I even asked the question. As I stroked it I could hear low moans in his chest and his hand reached up to grasp my head and pull it to him. My clit throbbed so hard as my mouth descended on his glans that I felt I was close to cumming. His hand forced me down onto his cock, fingers entwining in my hair and literally pushing and pulling my mouth up and down his dick. I felt used, I felt raped as he fucked up into my mouth and pushed his huge cock head into my throat, choking me, gagging me. The sounds of my pleasured plight caused the woman in front of us to look back and gasp as she saw my head being used as an instrument of his enjoyment. I thought she was jumping up to go tell the driver but instead she just moved to a rear seat across from us and gaped as I sucked and licked at his huge black cock. That excited him even more than my sucking his cock was, the knowledge of another woman becoming aroused at the sight of his huge dick. He began forcing deep into my throat, holding his swollen glans there as I felt it pulsing his excitement. His moans became hurried, his breathing deep as he felt the tightness of my constricting throat caressing his dick each time I attempted to swallow air around his fat cock. The lady again moved and began fingering her pussy in the seat I had vacated. I could feel his cock growing, throbbing, and his imminent cumming had me also about to unleash a torrent from within my spasming pussy.
His cock was so long that each time my head bobbed up on it my eyes would see over the seat back in front of us and I saw the driver’s eyes meeting mine as he adjusted his mirror. Without her sitting there it was plainly obvious to anyone looking how he was using me. Knowing the driver and this woman were both seeing me sucking this big black dick had me cumming hard, moaning from deep in my chest around his throbbing glans, sucking hard on it as I tried not to bite him from the intensity of my spasms. Suddenly, as the woman tensed from watching us I felt his dick harden and the first hot blast of black man’s cum shot into my sucking mouth. My mind exploded with the knowledge that a black man was filling my mouth with cum. Me a straight laced Protestant girl was frenziedly sucking and licking, coaxing each dreg of cum from his ballsac and greedily swallowing it like a cum crazed whore….and I loved it!! I loved the way I felt as each hot explosion spewed against my tongue and I felt and tasted his seed as I greedily swallowed it. My tongue laved at his dick hole collecting the ribbons of cum that stretched down into my throat after each forceful expulsion from his black balls. It also inflamed me knowing that this unknown woman was cumming thinking of doing what I was doing; that she too wished to impale her pussy on his steedly dick and feel it trying to impregnate her with it’s hot explosions. I felt a kinship of sorts with her, knowing how this episode of carnality was going to change her life as it had mine. As the woman finally relaxed and the realization of what she had just witnessed and done herself sank in she quickly arose and rang the bell and got off the bus, never even glancing our way. Lifting my head I lay back on the seat and closed my eyes while savoring the last few minutes. The bell ringing again seemed a far distance away as my thighs clenched repeatedly, as the last spasms of my lust drained from me. I was about to ask him to come to my apartment but when I opened my eyes I saw him departing the bus, also never looking back. I was shocked, once again he had disappeared after using me for his satisfaction. At my stop as I walked past the driver to the steps of the bus he smiled and motioned towards my jacket lapel and to my horror there was a large pearly white gob of cum ebbing downwards along it. Graciously he handed me a tissue and remarked, “If you need anything else let me know” and our eyes met in that knowing glance and I said, “Thanks, I’ll remember that”. He wasn’t all that bad looking even though he was old enough to be my father. Again, as before, that night I serviced my pussy for many hours with a newly acquired huge black dildo with a suction cup base while in my mind fucking my elusive black lover. So many black men that I’m sure would fuck me in an instant and here I craved this guy’s dick and couldn’t think of it enough. Now as I remembered the feel of it in my hand and the taste of his cum, the way it throbbed so muscularly, the feeling of strength that it imbued as it jerked and spasmed as it pumped it’s manly loads from deep in his balls into my white mouth, I cried. I cried because of his discarding me like a used condom, and the slutty feeling it imbued in me. But somehow even that fact excited me. He wanted me as a woman , nothing more, just to use me for his manly pleasure and needs. Mmmmm I wanted to feel that explosion in my pussy, to feel his rigid cock jerking inside me as it swelled and hammered me deeply. Even my dildo’s weren’t as thick as his cock! I craved to feel his hotness throbbing in me deeply, buried to his balls inside me and me just rolling my hips, caressing its hard muscular shaft as its steel-like hardness straightened and penetrated my entire birth canal. I pressed my black dildo into my womb and hunched, rubbing its tip against my walls as in my mind I ground against his swollen glans, coaxing it to explode and drive his hot cum into my stretched walls..mmmmmm I could feel him moving inside me, caressing each little spot inside my pussy with his thickness. And what if he forced me to take him in my ass, could I possibly stretch that far, would he care or just force that muscular cock into me and pound my asshole till he flooded me with his cum…….mmmmm that thought made me want to cum hard. Sometimes I thought I loved this guy and I didn’t even know his name, just that he liked to use me to make him cum….and I loved that especially…the way he used me, first, in the coffee shop using the sight of my arousement and the thought of me and then on the bus degrading me, using my mouth, fucking me like he owned me in front of others, with no concern for my feelings, like a cave man!! Would I ever see him again I wondered……..hhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Look At My Cock White Girl; 3
It was many weeks later when myself and my new boyfriend were at the campus library studying for finals that the next chapter in my experience of the black guy was to transpire. I had risen and walked into the back aisles of the library searching for a volume I needed to study. I was kneeling on all fours, craning my neck sideways as I peered at the books at floor level trying to read the titles when someone walked up to me. The person just stood there as I was crawling towards them eyeing the volumes. Needing to pass the spot they were standing at I was about to say “pardon me’ as my head lifted to speak to them but as my face became upturned a hand grasped my hair and a hard black cock was forced into my opened mouth. I was startled and fearful of my life as I tried to push him away. My screams were muffled as he pushed into my throat, his hand pulling my hair painfully, holding me! My hands formed fists and I beat at his body as my gaze shifted upwards to his face. My fighting ceased as I saw his eyes, those same demonic eyes that I had seen twice before and my fear was replaced by a warming feeling, a feeling that filled me with need and awakened an old craving instantly. My hands found his magnificent cock as I massaged it and sucked at his large glans, sliding my tongue around it. I was thrilled and in heaven that once again this black man allowed me to service his wonderful cock. His big hands held my head tightly as he fucked my mouth, whispering to me how he was going to fuck me hard and deep, how he was going to fill my white pussy with his “nigger seed”. Violently pulling my head from his cock he commanded me to stand and turn around. I immediately jumped to my feet and turned my back to him and felt his hand on my back as he bent me over. “Lift your skirt and drop your panties he ordered me”,. Quickly removing my undies I let them drop to the floor, my mind reeling from the thought that I was finally going to feel the cock I had craved and fantasized about so long. I felt so slutty standing there, my skirt gathered in my hands, ass pointing rearwards, knowing that people were sitting just feet from us, my god, I thought, what if Billy walks back here to check on me. I was about to run from there when I felt this thickness push between my thighs, a hard, muscular but yielding feeling, pushing until his bulbous glans was poking from between my thighs, rubbing my clit and lips as he hunched it along my slit. I could feel my inhibitions fleeing me as I felt my lips spreading, gripping the thickness of his shaft and my hips began hunching against it, my clit being pressured into it as my resolve waned. My breathing was now deep and hurried as my hand reached down and pressed it to me as I hunched on it. I felt weak and a fire was lit within me, a craving that had to be fulfilled quickly or I should be consumed by the heat that burned and throbbed in my being. His hand pressed on my back and bent me till my hands were on my knees and I felt his tip sliding to my entrance, pressing into me. Fear gripped me as I felt his girth spreading me, my entrance stretching, straining, to accommodate his huge size. My mind said to pull away but something inside me made me press into his thrust, even though I felt I was being ripped apart I couldn’t stop, I wouldn’t stop, I needed him inside me, fucking me. All the erotic thoughts I had envisioned for so many months forced me on as his hands gripped my hips and with a mighty shove I felt him enter me, his head clasped by my walls as my inner lips caressed his thick shaft, gripped him tightly as I felt a sensation that could best be described as LOVE!. There were sensations flooding my body like none I had ever experienced, each slight movement by either of us caused an onrush of pleasure that made me bite my knuckles to keep from screaming my reaction to his cock. He was so big!! I tried to spread my thighs to help accommodate his girth but I still felt my pelvis bones being pushed open, pressured as he fucked his pole into me even deeper. My mind was filling, fogging with a blissful emptiness; I could only process the myriad of pleasurable sensations roiling through my being. My eyes saw the Library but I couldn’t focus my thoughts on it. His cock was my world, I could only feel, feel and love, hunch and push. I’d never felt anything so good before, anything that seemed to make each cell of my body pulse with pleasure. I felt I was going insane, that my mind was losing control as he thrust deeper and deeper into my pussy, his hands holding my hips, pulling me to his hardest thrusts as I tensed. My cum was flowing like a river from around his cock as I tensed repeatedly, my juices lubricating his cock so that he could fuck me faster, deeper, hurting my pussy until I begged him not to stop! The sensations continued to assail my brain, flooding my mind with an endless parade of orgasms that had me shaking and trembling with their intensity. With each new spasm my pussy clenched his thick cock even tighter making him feel even larger and hotter. I could feel each throbbing beat of his heart in my pussy walls as he pressed deep in me and held his cock to me while I moaned and flowed my appreciation, begging him to fuck me, pleading for him to cum in me, to let me feel his hot nuts exploding inside my pussy. I was crying from the intense pleasure I felt as my walls were stretched painfully, crying from the wonderful feeling his cock imbued in my mind and body, the sensational release of all these months of needing and wanting to feel this and now it was even better than anyone could have ever imagined. In the midst of all my many orgasms I saw Billy across the room looking for a book and for some reason it excited me. I felt so utterly the slut as I felt his hot glans throbbing inside me and my lover of the past weeks unaware of my hunching into his dick…I came so hard my legs felt weak and my body sagged as the thought of him turning around and espying me impaled on this huge black cock, caused even more intense ripples of pleasure to surge through my pussy. Lowering me to the floor he fucked me doggy style, ramming into me so hard I cried out with each forward stroke of his dick. Hearing me, an older man walked to the center of the room and began glancing our way. Soon my gaze was locked with his as he glanced nervously around, not knowing if I was being raped or we were just lovers. My black lover whispered to me, “motion for him to come here’, “no, I cried, please don’t make me”, “do it, I said”, was his only reply as he began hammering me even harder, his cock feeling as if it were swelling even more inside my pussy. I was his, I’d do anything he asked as long as he fucked me like this. I raised my hand the next time he faced me and motioned for him to come over to us. He hesitated but the growing bulge in his pants soon won him over and he approached us. I felt so humiliated; me a white girl being fucked hard by a black man in a public library and now another human being, a white man was seeing my pleasure. But knowing he was there, seeing the outline of his cock against his pants had me on fire. I fucked back into his big cock frenziedly, hunching my clit against his big ballsac as he forced every inch deep inside me. The fact of a white man watching him fuck me, seeing how much I loved his cock, had him pounding me even harder and faster. Then slowing, he said, “take his dick out and suck him off”, My humiliation was complete as I unzipped the man’s fly and reached in and pulled his cock from his pants allowing it to hang there, bobbing and weaving as if it were alive. I could see his precum gleaming at the tip he was so aroused by the sound of me moaning my pleasure as my lover forced his black dick into my depths. Placing my hands on his hips I lifted my face until I could slip his cock into my mouth and at the taste of his dick my mind exploded. The feel of this man’s hands on my head and my pussy being speared so deeply had me on fire. I sucked him like a cock crazed whore and he was soon spurting in my mouth as I choked and gagged but couldn’t stop sucking at his dick. It was at that precise moment, as the man’s cum was oozing from around his dick, choking me as I tried to swallow it all as he emptied his balls in my throat that I felt my black cock lover swell and throb and begin spewing like a fire hose inside my pussy. I couldn’t stop cumming as the heat of his sperm scalded my walls, and he rammed his erupting cock completely into my soul. I had cum leaking from my nostrils, down my thighs and all I could do was tense and pray not to die until I had emptied his big balls into my pussy. The man’s cock slid from my mouth as I gasped and trembled, sure that I was at the ending of my life from the ripping feeling in my pussy. But still I heard my voice begging, “fuck me!, don’t stop!….cum….cum….oh god I feel it….aaarrrggghhhhhiiiieeeeee and was pushing as hard as possible into his spurting cockhead. I was drained, I felt lifeless as I slid down to the floor, my ass hoisted to his sporadic thrusting, moisture covering my pussy, thighs and my face covered, dripping cum. I closed my eyes and lay there feeling so drained and complete, so utterly womanly, like I had accomplished a miracle by draining his big balls and those of the other man. When he withdrew his stallion-like cock from inside me I felt so gaping and empty, like a part of me was missing and there was this craving hole where it should be. Glancing up I saw that the older guy was gone and this time I was determined to talk to this black stud of mine as I rolled over but alas again he had disappeared. Retrieving my panties I cleaned myself with them and then shoved them beside a book titled, “ Two Men and a Woman” which I felt was entirely appropriate. I had to hold on to the bookshelves at first my legs and knees were so weak. Leaning there I wondered what I was going to tell Billy and also wondered if the man had said anything to anyone, probably not I reasoned. Returning to the table and Billy, I said, “I think I feel hungry, want to go get something to eat”, to which he replied, “I think I may be hungry for some of you, what say we go home and lay you on the table and I’ll just have a mighty fine meal”, “SURE!, I replied, the thought of Billy’s tongue pressing into my cummy pussy while I hunched into his face, knowing he was tonguing my Black lover’s cum just seemed to ignite something inside me………….something so deep inside me that Billy’s white cock could never extinguish it again…..as we walked out I could feel the wetness of my mysterious lover’s cum leaking from me causing me to smile as I wondered where my big black cocked lover would appear in my life next and if I would ever know his name? It’s been three weeks since Billy and I broke up now and I wonder if any white man will ever be able to satisfy this yearning need I have inside me now. Billy must have caught me masturbating 7-8 times with my big black dildo before I admitted to him that yes, I did think of a black man with a huge cock fucking me while I used it. It was then I found out just how racist he was as he called me all sorts of names and said he couldn’t understand why any white woman would want to fuck a black guy. I knew our relationship was over when I blurted out, “because their big cocks satisfy us better than white guys!” The look on his face was one of horror and disbelief as he asked, “How do you know that, have you ever fucked a black guy?”. I knew I should have lied but I was mad at the names he called me and I defiantly screamed, “YES! And he fucked me better than you could ever dream of!” His face was ashen and then flushed as he just stared at me. I realized then that I had hurt him badly with my words and I jumped up and ran to him screaming how sorry I was but he just pushed me away and walked to the door as he said, “I’ll be back later and get my stuff”. I had thought after he calmed down he might return but it was two days later when he and a friend came and he packed his stuff and left while I was out. He left his key and a note saying, “Now you can move a real black dick in with you!” I sat and cried for two days. I hated my unknown black guy for what he had done to my life. Many of my friends would no longer talk to me or avoided me and I figured Billy had told them what I had said. I just felt like if they were like that I was better off without them as friends anyway! But I had changed in many ways since my encounters with my unknown lover. Sitting in the coffee shop where it had all started, as I usually did when I was single, I noticed a black man I estimated to be in his late thirties come in and order a coffee and sit across from me. As he drank his coffee he kept glancing in my direction and smiling. He was a nice looking man, clear smooth skin the color of caramel and a friendly smile. Remembering the last time I sat across from a black man here, my thighs began pumping and a strange feeling came over me. I could feel a veil of lust invading my mind and my body began throbbing, yearning and I knew that I wanted this man to want me, to desire me as the other had. I was confused by my thoughts and my body was warm, aroused beyond understanding and my clit throbbed hard. I felt strange, almost like in a trance or something as my eyes met his and we stared into the others soul it seemed. My thighs began opening as if they were acting on their own and I was powerless to stop them. No!, No!,my mind screamed as my breathing became deep and hurried and my knees spread even farther. His gaze fell beneath my table and I felt a ripple of need course through me as my resolve fled me and my thighs spread widely, inviting him, pleading with him to want me. Without looking I knew that my panties were soaked with my moisture and I felt even wetter as I watched the bulge in his pants grow until his cock was etched against the fabric plainly, stretching them as it strained to be set free. I seemed to melt into the seat as my gaze stared at his growing desire, my hand finding its way between my thighs to rub my clit through my panties. I felt drugged, unable to resist the urges within my being as his hand began rubbing along his hardening cock. It was as if I craved him, had to make him want me and when he expressed his obvious need my body exploded with need, hard ripples of pleasure cascading from my groin as I manipulated my clit. A part of me wanted to run as fast as I could from that place but my body didn’t respond to that part of my mind even when he stood and approached my table. He stood there beside me watching as my hand moved, pressuring my clit, a smile on his face. He said not a word as his hand unzipped his fly and he reached in and withdrew his cock. It seemed as large as my black lovers and I felt my breathing become raspy and my mouth seemed so dry, lips scorched, tongue wetting them constantly as he pumped his cock only inches from my face. My mind screamed for me to run but I couldn’t move, finally admitting in my mind that I wanted him, wanted any black cock as my body leaned forward and my lips opened and allowed his glans to press between them before suckling it, laving it as I savored the taste of his dick and the aroma surrounding his balls. His hands on my head excited me and when he began hunching into my mouth, pressing into my throat my pussy screamed to fuck him and my hands flew to my crotch instinctively. I couldn’t think, just feel as so many thoughts and sensations flooded my mind at once. My hands and fingers flew over my mound as he fucked my throat. He used me like a whore, fucking his cock deep into my throat as I tried to swallow it, fucking my face like it was a pussy for him to use as he saw fit. I choked, tears flowed from my eyes as I realized how degrading this was and that I loved it, loved the way these black men just took me, made me their slut even in public. Made me love their big wonderful cocks and gave me their hot cum as reward for servicing them. I never once thought of stopping as he fucked my mouth, only of needing his cum, needing to feel him exploding in my mouth, on me, it didn’t matter. I felt driven, like my sole purpose in life was to make this black man want me so I could please him by taking his hot jism, coaxing it from his balls by whatever means he required of me. Soon his precum seeped from his tip and I knew he was close. That fact seemed to sear itself into my brain and spurred me to suck at his cock like a crazed slut. I felt his hands grip my head and he began fucking me down onto his cock, forcing his fat glans into my throat as he hunched, holding me to him, not allowing me to breathe as he fucked me. My mind was delirious with fear as I thought he would strangle me with his cock, but I couldn’t have stopped him if I wanted too and I didn’t. No, I needed his cum, needed him to shoot his hot elixir into my stomach. Thankfully he withdrew allowing me to breathe before ramming back deep into my throat and exploding, pumping his hot cum down my throat as he pulled me by my hair to his spewing dick, holding me as he fucked my face. His groans of pleasure as he erupted within me sent ripples of pleasure through my body as I tensed, cumming hard as he continued to use me to sate his own needs. His grip loosened and his glans slipped back into my mouth as he fucked it in and out of my lips. “Suck me bitch, get every drop you white slut” was his only words to me as I sucked and licked him clean. Then he placed his cock back into his pants, zipped up, turned and walked back to his table and picked up his coffee, drank it and walked out the door without so much as a glance my way. I slumped in my seat, his taste still in my mouth as I glanced around furtively, the pungent odor of my sex wafting in the air. Tears formed in my eyes as I thought about what I had become and how my desire seemed to take me over completely, drove me to do things that I couldn’t believe afterwards that I had really done. I headed for the restroom to clean myself and try to dry my panties some, not believing that no one that worked there had seen us. As I opened the door I heard a something like a low moaning sound coming from within the room. Stepping inside I closed the door quietly as I listened again. There seemed to be someone in one of the stalls and I thought, constipated I guess! Entering a stall I quickly removed my panties and placed them into my purse before using toilet paper to wipe myself. As I was leaving the stall I heard this moaning sound again only louder and more pronounced and realized it was coming from the next stall, whose door was partly open. Thinking someone may be sick or something I slowly pushed open the door until my eyes caught sight of one of the girls that worked there leaning against the stall wall, her skirt gathered up to her waist and held by one hand, her other hand pushed down into the front of her panties and moving vigorously as low moaning sounds escaped her lips. Her eyes were closed and she was obviously masturbating herself. I wanted to leave before she saw me but my legs wouldn’t move. My mind was captivated by the erotic sounds and the sight of her arousement. I felt the stirrings of my own arousement begin as her hips began moving, hunching, and I was sure she was close to cumming but she kept slowing her movements like she was relishing the feelings within her, savoring the exquisiteness of the sensations her hand was creating as she caressed herself. I could feel my mind fogging with lust, feel myself again entering that trance-like state where I was lost to the carnality within my mind. It seemed like a dream as I entered the stall and quietly closed the door and stepped beside her and lowered my head and as my lips touched hers my hand pressed against hers as it moved upon her pussy. She started at my touch and tried to resist, her hand flying from her panties, but I continued kissing her, my hand replacing hers as I massaged her clit through her panties and soon I could feel her body relax as her inhibitions fled her and the fires within her were again stoked, only by my caresses not her own. My lips kissed her neck as her moaning increased and I could feel the wetness at her entrance as my hand pulled her panties aside and my fingers slid deep within her, stroking inside her, raking her walls as she hunched, her hands holding me, pulling me to her body as her hips gyrated and pressed into my probing. Palm crushing her clit, rotating against it until her head fell rearwards and her breathing came hurried and her pelvis feverishly moved of its own volition in response to my hard probing of her pussy. Her thighs squeezed my hand and her own hand covered mine as she erupted in orgasm, body bending from the intensity she felt as her one hand clawed at my body to keep her upright as her knees bent, caving from the weakness that flowed through her as she tensed and cried out. I guided her to the seat as she sat while still squeezing her thighs tightly together, her face turned up to me as her hands slid up under my skirt and then her face pushed forward and I felt her tongue against my groin like a teasing wetness, laving above my clit, licking lower and lower, closer to the throbbing need I felt there. I moved beside her and placed one foot on the flusher mechanism as my pussy moved over her face. My whole body shook with pleasure as her tongue found the orb of my greatest need and sucked it softly. I wanted to scream as her tongue moved over me, sucking at me , lips pulling at me gently. My head lay back and my eyes closed as my hips hunched into her mouthing of my most private places. All I could do was hold her to me as I fucked into her wildly laving member, the thought of what I was doing and where, driving my lust until my pleasure expressed itself by a crescendo of shrill sounds erupting from within me while orgasming with a vengeance, crushing her face to my crotch as I spasmed over and over as her fingers pushed deep within me sending me spiraling into an even more intense trembling and tensing of muscles until I thought my bones would surely break and then falling against the stall wall to keep from falling as relief spread through my body and I felt the same weakness that she had some many moments before. ‘That was so good”, I said to her. “Not as good as when you cum sucking that guys dick I bet”, she replied. “You saw that did you”, I asked? “That’s what got me so worked up to start with”, she replied. “Damn his dick was sooo big and hard and you sucked him so deep into your mouth. Watching him fuck your mouth had me creaming my panties and I had to come in here and play with myself. Do you do this with girls all the time”, she asked? “No actually this was my first time, seeing you so aroused just really turned me on”, I answered. “Have you ever ate a girls pussy, you were my first and I think I really like it”, she said blushing! “Hmmm no I never have but I would be lying if I said I never thought about it”, I confessed. “Would you like to try on me, I mean if you really want to, I have always wanted a girl to do me”, she asked almost hopefully. She felt that fog creeping into her mind again as she thought of eating this girls pussy, her gaze devouring the girls body. She took her hand and pulled her up and kissed her as her hands roamed the girl. Both of them were panting, excited by the time their tongues parted and she led the girl to the counter where the wash bowls were and told her to, “Climb up here”. The girl jumped up on the counter and I slid my hands beneath her dress and pulled her panties from her and lay them aside as I knelt between her opened thighs and began licking all around her mound. She was wet, covered with the pleasure I had evoked from her earlier and I savored it with my taste buds as I licked and swallowed it. Her eyes were beginning to fog with lust and need as my tongue flatly laved her mound like a puppy would. Her moans expressed the pleasure she felt as my tongue tip circled her swollen clit, her hips hunching, rolling as she lifted her legs, knees at her chest as she opened herself to my laving caresses. I watched her chest begin to rise and fall heavily and heard her breathing becoming ragged, her hands finding my head and holding me as her hips writhed. There was a desperation in her movements and in her pleas as she moaned, “Suck me, suck my pussy, oh god it feels so good. Put your tongue in me, eat my pussy….PLEASE!” My tongue slid down the channel of her vulva till it was lodged in the wet folds of her inner labia, licking around her soaked flesh as her moans became cries and her hands held me to her clenching opening as she lost control and began hunching fitfully, almost violently into my face as I licked around her slick walls wildly, laving them hard as her cries became pleas for me not to stop. Then her body tensed, back arching as her thighs straightened alongside my head, trembling, jerking as I sucked and licked inside her tensing cunt. Her hands gripped her breasts tightly, squeezing them through her dress as her upper body writhed and tossed. Just when she thought she would regain a semblance of sanity my lips sucked at her clit HARD, tongue licking wildly and her entire body jerked and shook as she orgasmed even more intensely, waves of electric like thrills gripping every cell of her existence, head flailing wildly side to side as if trying to throw off the intense pleasure wracking her mind and body. I was driven by her excitement, I needed her cum, needed for her to drown me with the joy I presented her. My fingers penetrated her deeply as my mouth tortured her clit and she shrieked loudly as her hips began a wild hunching movement, fucking my fingers as my tongue instilled a madness in her mind. I loved it, loved the power I felt to make her cum at will and to keep her hanging in heaven until I allowed her to breath again. My tongue found her asshole and raped it, licked at it stiffly until wet, then my fingers slid inside it and I fucked her there as my tongue probed her pussy and again sucked at her clit. I became so aroused I cum myself as she gripped my head tightly, hunching hard into my fingers up her ass and my entrenched tongue in her pussy. Then as my arousement waned and I realized my surroundings, I rose and kissed her, grabbed some paper towels and wiped myself off and quickly left as she lay across the counter holding her pussy and moaning loudly. God I thought, what kind of sex driven slut have I become? I felt dirty, like my inner slut was taking over my psyche, pushing the person I was from my being and replacing her with a wanton nymphomaniac. That night I was lying in my bed recalling the day’s events and I felt so bad knowing what I had done. But even as troubled as my mind was at the cause of my actions I was still filled with a hunger and pleasure each time I thought of the mans hands holding my head as he forced his hot jism into my throat. And the experience with the counter girl had definitely opened a new door in my life. I tried to examine the feeling that came over me for some explanation of my actions, but I was at a loss to understand why I would have acted so slutty. I had felt like a trance came over me and some evil being took control of my mind and body that I couldn’t resist. My body seemed to act on it’s own volition even as my mind was crying out in opposition. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes as I wondered how low I would fall into the abyss of carnality I seemed to be careening into. What strange desires would I next manifest when in the presence of a black man, and in what way would I allow myself to be used and humiliated I pondered. I made a conscious decision that I would never do anything like that again and with that I drifted off to a troubled sleep. In my dreams I found myself naked running down the street, pulling at every black man I saw and begging him to use me to sate themselves with my body. And when I looked at their faces they were blank except for the eyes, the eyes of my mysterious exhibitionist turned lover. And then his face loomed at me, the face from the coffee house that had smiled at me but I had forgotten because of the intense passion that drew me to his eyes. His eyes were like a vortex of need and desire that drew me into them and roiled my mind and body before then spitting me out the other side. I awoke with a start when confronted with his face. I lay there for long minutes remembering his features, the lips in particular, not thick like many Black men but almost like a white man’s. His nose was smaller also than most blacks I surmised as I replayed his image in my mind, must have white blood in his line somewhere I guessed. I found myself again thinking of my mysterious lover until my racing mind finally exhausted itself and I again slept. Only this time in my dreams my mystery man was making slow sweet love to me, his hands trailing over my body as his lips sucked and licked at me driving me to near madness with need. And my hands clasped his weighty manhood, pulling at it with a desperate need to feel it once again within me, filling me with his hot seed. I was begging him to take me to sate the devils that he had instilled within my mind and body from that first day. But instead he rolled away from me and motioned for someone and to my horror many black men began grabbing my body, holding my thighs open widely and they crawled one after the other between my white thighs and planted their hot seed deep inside me as I screamed at first in terror and then in passionate lust as my body betrayed me once again and my mouth screamed for them to fuck me harder, deeper, more violently as my hips hunched wildly up to their largest and hardest cocks. He stood and watched as they used my ass, pussy and filled my stomach with their molten juices until all were sated and then he placed his gargantuan cock at my mouth and ordered, “Suck it bitch!” I wanted his cum. Even after all that I still needed to please him, no other mattered. I sucked him with a frenzy, forcing him into my throat as my head twisted and turned, my hands following my head on its travels up and down his thick black shaft. Then with his hands on his hips and his cock out-thrust he said, “Suck it hard slut, eat my ball juice like the white cum slut you are” and I did, I sucked load after huge load of his cum down into my stomach as I pumped it from his cock, my hands squeezing his balls to elicit each hot spurt until empty he withdrew and said, “Till next time slut” and he was gone. I awoke soaked with perspiration, my heart beating wildly and my pussy felt wettened and I cried. I cried with the realization that I was just a piece of meat to my mysterious black lover, someone to be used and then cast away like a used condom, spent, of no use to anyone once filled with his hot cum. I hated this person I had become but deep inside me I knew I was helpless to overcome the forces that gripped me when in his presence. Somehow he had become my owner and I his slave, a slave that worshipped at the altar of his cock. It was true; his cock was like an African idol that I worshipped, a phallic symbol in my mind of the control it represents over my thoughts and actions. Every time I see a black man now I feel the pleasure his cock imparted to me and I am drawn to the man, drawn to please him, to service all his bodily needs and desires. My mind seems to fog with the need for every black man to want me as he did that first day. I crave the need I saw in his eyes as his manhood stood proudly, throbbing his desire for me, captivating my every thought with the intenseness of his ache. I have never been wanted so badly by anyone as he seemed to want me that day and watching him spurt his seed in public, unable to constrain his balls I now know the fog of lust that gripped his mind. Somehow the demon that inhabited him had crossed the distance between us and now inhabits my mind also. Now his need is mine and we are tied together for eternity, my life forever altered. It has been a week since my last outpouring of lust in the coffee shop and I have been too embarrassed to return yet. What do you say to someone that you shared so intimate a time with but can’t even remember her name? Will she expect me to return to the restroom and repeat my performance with her and will I, will the sight of her unleash a torrent of desire in my mind as a black man does now also? I feel a throbbing in my groin each time I remember us in the stall and her upon the counter. I know I want to feel her body again, but not in the stall again, but in my bed. Remembering how I thrilled at the thought of being discovered there with her, the sweet fear adding to our excitement, and in the recesses of my mind I knew I would do it again if given the chance, so I had been avoiding the place lately. I thought maybe if I concentrate on my studies I might return to being the person I was. C
Superheroine Volunteers To Get Raped To Catch RapistsM & M
The Mayor’s Rape Plan & Negotiating A Cuckolding
The following story contains elements of an adult nature, and those under 21 years of age, or those who are offended by graphic fighting, bondage, non-consensual sex, rape and wonderfully extreme promiscuity, should read no further.
Everyone else, please proceed and enjoy the plights of our heroine’s as they look incredibly voluptuous, gorgeous and scantily clad, while they strive to make society safe from evil doers and, too often, get beaten, raped and totally debauched by their repulsive, disgusting opponents, in the pursuit of their worthy goals.
1. Rapist’s Sex Bait & Arranging For Payback (Cuckoldry):
Mike heard his secretary’s voice on the intercom announce, “The Governor is on line 2 for you Mr. Mayor.” Mike grabbed the phone and greeted his long-time political leader, ally, friend, and the Godfather of the Democratic Party, “Hello Governor.”
Bill’s voice boomed out in response, “Hey, mother fucker, those god damned rapists in your city have got me in a hell of a bind.”
“Ever since day before yesterday when State Senator Weiner went public with the claim that his wife was raped and beaten up by three guys in one of those cheap, fleabag motels you’ve got down there in San Diego, I have been getting nothing but grief from every newspaper, TV station and do-gooder in the whole god damned state.”
The angry Governor blustered on, “Of course that bastard Weiner didn’t bother to tell the press what really happened. That his wife let herself be lured to the motel room to cheat on her little dicked husband, and her blind date turned out to be three perverted rapists.”
When the aggravated Governor stopped to take a breath, the Mayor interjected, “Sorry about you getting caught up in this storm of bad publicity, Governor but, believe me, I have been catching the same kind of flack down here.”
“Well I don’t want to hear about your god damned problems, Mike, I want you to get off your ass and do something to catch those MILF fuckin’ rapists and get the heat off of me, and quick,” he barked. “This is an election year and I don’t need this kind of shit, right now.”
Choking down a shot of whiskey, the Governor went on, “Now have you got some quick answers as to how you are going to catch these assholes and get things back to normal, where it’s safe for wives to go out and cheat on their husbands in cheap motels, without the fear of being raped by some mother fuckin’ pervert?”
“Yes, Governor, I have come up with a plan that I guarantee is going to work, and I have already started putting it into action. And, my friend, I know that it is a plan that you are going to approve of, and enjoy the hell out of,” Mike promised.
“Great, tell me what you’re going to do, old buddy, and make me feel better about all this crap,” the Governor urged, his curiosity peaked?
“I am going to use one of our super heroines as sex bait to catch the pissant rapists, in the act of committing the crime,” Mayor Mike declared, proudly.
After spending a few moments savoring what the Mayor was proposing, the Governor’s face broke out into a broad grin and he said happily, “God damn I love the sound of the words superheroine sex bait and perverted rapists being used in the same sentence.”
“I thought you would,” Mike laughed, “that’s why I decided on using a superheroine as the cornerstone of my plan.”
Continuing to mull over the Mayor’s superheroine idea in his mind, the Governor asked, “By the way Mike, just to be perfectly clear, I am assuming that, by offering up the superheroine as sex bait, you mean that she is going to get beaten, fucked and be forced to perform all sorts of filthy sex acts, while she’s helping us catch these sick perverts?”
“That is exactly what I mean,” the Mayor crowed. “I knew that dangling one of our super babes out there as rape bait was exactly what you would want me to do, you raunchy, womanizing old SOB. I figured that, for the amount of flack we are catching, we deserve to have ourselves a little X-rated fun while we’re solving this problem for the citizens of our beloved state.”
“Damn, Mike, I love it. It’s hotter and dirtier than hell. Now tell me which superheroine you are planning to use for this disgusting, depraved job,” the Governor asked eagerly.” “None other than The Blonde Avenger,” Mike proclaimed.
“Oh man, what a perfect god damned choice. That smoking hot bitch has the best body I have ever seen. The rapists are going to love working that gorgeous, statuesque, super-hot bitch over, and degrading the hell out of her.”
The excited Governor hurried on, “Damn, I have been wanting to sink my gourd into that magnificent slut ever since I saw her super stacked curves, for the first time, at some fuckin’ awards banquet that one of those hair-brained, pansy sniffing, Hollywood “save the world” groups put on.”
”I remember, just like it was yesterday, that she was wearing a tiny little gold costume that showed off so much of her flesh that she looked like she was a walking advertisement for tits, ass and thighs.”
“Every cock in the whole god damned place had a boner, even the homos. She had such a sensuous look on her erotic face that it looked like she was begging to have a cock stuck in her mouth,” the Governor drooled, rubbing his crotch at the vivid memory.
His mind now racing, the Governor suddenly asked, “Damn, Mike, if I remember my facts right, isn’t she the one who’s married to that frigging asshole, Saul Feinberg.”
“You got it right, Bill, she’s Saul’s incredible beyond belief, trophy wife,” Mike confirmed.
“And wasn’t she your girlfriend, a long time ago?” “Yes she was.” “And didn’t you tell me that she fucks even better than she looks?”
“Best fuck I ever had, bar none, and her blow jobs are absolutely indescribable. The gorgeous honey even makes shaking hands sluttier than hell.”
The Governor’s demeanor suddenly brightened, and he said, “God damn, what a lucky fuckin’ break this rape problem might turn out to be for me.”
“Her being the wife of that rich Republican smartass could mean that I can take advantage of this rape epidemic situation and get me some payback for that shithead Feinberg always giving me a hard time, publicly,” he howled into the phone with glee.
His deeply felt anger returning, the Governor went on, with a nasty streak of venom, “As you well know, for years that lousy bastard, Feinberg, has given me nothing but grief with his non-stop public criticism of me and everything I do. Plus the pompous ass has financially supported my opponent in every election I’ve been in, and has never given my campaign a god damned nickel.”
Again choking on his anger, an anger that was apparently caused mostly by the fact that Feinberg had never put any money in the Governor’s coffers, the riled up Governor asked, “Does that rich prick know that his wife is a superheroine?” “Absolutely,” the Mayor affirmed.
“So the arrogant Republican, piece of shit is going to know that we have his wife staked out as sex bait for the rapists, and that she is going to get fucked over, but good, while she’s trying to help us catch these vicious perverts,” the Governor asked hopefully?
“Yeah, he will know. She has told me that she tells him every detail of what she does as a superheroine, blow by blow and in graphic detail,” the Mayor assured him. “She says that he loves to hear about all of it, and doesn’t consider what happens to her sexually, as a super heroine, as constituting her cheating on him.”
“Well, shit, that’s a hell of a note,” the Governor responded with disappointment. He thought for a minute, then said, “Well, even if Saul doesn’t consider her super heroine activities as being her cheating on him, at least he is going to know that I am the calling the shots on how his superheroine wife is being used and abused, and that I am the one responsible for making her go through all of the demeaning things she is going to be forced to do by these professional rapist creeps.”
“And knowing that will certainly fry his ass,” he concluded happily, smashing his fist down of the top of his desk, with a vengeance.
Lost in vindictive thought for a few moments, the Governor finally said to the Mayor, “Mike, if the Republican prick thinks that his wife’s superheroine activities don’t constitute cheating on him, then in order for me to be able to cuckold him, she’d have to agree to let me fuck her in her civilian role.”
“Sounds like that is the only alternative you’ve got, Bill,” the Mayor answered, nodding his head. “Well I’ve got no problem with that. She’ll just have to get fucked both ways, and I will enjoy making sure that the gorgeous cunt gets it both ways.”
With malice of forethought, he went on, “Well, there is no reason to waste any time. Since we are going to be working very closely with Mona, to solve this rape problem, there is no better time than today for me to nail her fantastic body and cuckold that Republican shithead, but good.”
Now having his thoughts crystal clear in his mind, the Governor went on excitedly, “So Mike, let’s do this, ole buddy. I am at my ranch about 20 miles north of you, and I’ll be free for the rest of the day, beginning at 2PM. You drive up here and meet me, then, and tell that gorgeous, blonde, superheroine Cunt to have her package of sex goodies here at the same time.”
“Then the three of us can have a nice little sit down meeting and discuss the full scope of your sex bait plan to catch the rapists. You can go over, with the two of us, all the dirty details of what her responsibilities will be, in performing her “I get fucked” rape bait role,” he said, with a ghoulish sound of pleasure in his voice.
“Now while you are telling us everything about the plan, I want to be feeling Saul’s trophy wife up and then proceed on to violating every hole she’s got, as I cuckold the hell out of her Jew bastard husband,” he said menacingly.
Speaking almost like a Mafia Boss, the Governor said, “By cuckolding the Republican hot shot bastard, I will prove again that nobody gets away with opposing and attacking me, Mike, and those who do try, end up paying one hell of a price for doing so, or at least their wives do.”
The impassioned Democratic Party Godfather then quickly softened his tone and said to his closest friend; “Now, Mike, I am going to need your help to pull this cuckolding off.”
“I know that you still have a thing going for your former girlfriend, The Blonde Avenger, but for me to get to do what I have in mind for today, I am going to have to count on you to sweet talk her into giving it up to me, and letting me cuckold her asshole husband. Now can I count on you to do that for your old political buddy?”
Mike let out a loud guffaw, and said, “So you are telling me that you want me to pimp her out to you?” “Yes,” the Governor admitted, just a little chagrined.
“Well, of course I will, Bill. You know I am on your team, first and foremost, and that no hot fuckin’ piece of tail will ever get in the way of that. I’ll pimp the gorgeous Cunt out to you, no matter what my feelings might be for her, and you can ball the hell out of her, any way you want, and I’ll watch you do it,” he promised his leader.
“Fantastic, now do you think that you can talk her into doing this on such short notice,” the Governor asked hopefully.
“Well, it may take some real arm twisting, on my part, but what will help me be persuasive with her is the fact that, being the pure female prick teaser that Mona is, when she finds out that a Governor wants her to give it up to him, I know that her ego won’t let her pass up the opportunity of adding you to her list of sexual conquests. Even if it means cuckolding her husband with someone he truly hates,” Mike said confidently.
“Even a woman as beautiful, confident and experienced as Mona, can’t ever pass up the chance to let a powerful man, who wants her body, real bad, take her and use her any way he wants too.”
“When it gets right down to it, like every other truly gorgeous, stacked woman, Mona, no matter her accomplishments, is a still a Cunt who can’t overcome the fact that she was put here on earth to be fucked, especially by powerful men.”
“So knowing all about her natural female vanity and ego weakness’s, ones that are shared by all females, I am positive that, with a little shove from me, she’ll give in to the temptation of you wanting to do her, and will end up agreeing to give you all the gratification you want, by willingly cheating on her husband, with you, and letting you cuckold the hell out of him, in spite of the fact that she knows that Saul hates your guts,” Mike explained to his mentor. “Believe me; the Cunt won’t be able to help herself.”
“So don’t worry about a thing, Governor, I am almost positive that Mona and I will be at your ranch at 2PM today and that it won’t be long after that, before you’ll have your shaft buried in some part of her body, cuckolding her husband like the god damned vindictive vulture that you are.”
The emboldened Governor, leapt out of his chair and yelled into the phone, “God damn I love the way all these gorgeous, round-heeled sluts think. The stupid bitches just have to give it up to a celebrity, no matter what. Jesus, is it ever great to be the Governor of California,” he laughed uproariously, with his hand wrapped around 12 inches of thick, rock solid meat.
2. Negotiating For A Cuckolding / The Cuckolding Wins:
The Blonde Avenger had showered, dried off, and then stepped into a pair of silky white bikini panties, put on white short-shorts, and then added a skimpy halter top and a pair of four inch, high heeled wedges to complete her home hottie outfit, when her secret cell phone rang.
She hit the on button and said, “Hello,” then heard a very familiar male voice say, “Hi, baby, how is the world’s most beautiful and best stacked woman.”
“Well I am just fine when I hear compliments like that, Mr. Mayor,” Mona purred sexily to her close friend and former lover.
“They are well deserved you sexy god damned fox,” he assured her, then added “and are you taking good care of my favorite pussy?”
“Of course I am, Mike, you know that I always do that,” she teased, “But I’m glad that you’re still interested in it.”
“So tell me, Mr. Mayor, are you calling just too sweet talk me, or do you have something else on your mind,” she asked teasingly?
“Unfortunately I have much more serious problems on my mind today,” he answered grimly. Then he asked, “Have you been seeing all the uproar in the news about the cheap motel rapes that have been going on all over San Diego?”
“Of course I have, it is on the news practically 24 hours a day. Is it as bad as the media makes it out to be,” she asked?
“Yes it is, and that is what I am calling you about. The press is after my ass about this rape epidemic and the Governor is catching all kinds of flack about it, as well. He is absolutely livid, and is demanding that I do something about it, and quick, so that he can get his ass out of a sling, with the election being so near,” Mike stated flatly.
He went on, “So I need your help with this thing, real bad, baby. I have put together a sex crime task force to deal with catching these rapists and I need you to take the lead role in making my plan work,” he informed her. “And, to be blunt about it, I am counting on you to fuck our way out of this problem.”
“Oh Mike, you make my rapist catching roll sound so tantalizingly wicked,” she laughed sexily. “You know that I will do anything you want me to do to get you and the Governor out in this crisis, no matter what it might take. So please tell me exactly what you have in mind for me to do in the lead role.”
“Well, first let me say that you are absolutely perfect for the job, and I knew that I could count on you to do this for me, baby. Now, specifically, my plan is to use you as sex bait to lure these damned rotten bastards into a trap, then let them clearly demonstrate, by the filthy, perverted things they do to you, that that they are really rapists.”
“All of the nasty things that they make you do will be captured on film, and that film will be used in court as evidence to put them away for good.”
“Now all of our reactive steps are already moving very fast and I have put a lot of actions into motion at the task force’s offices and, if things go as I think they will, your first rape bait assignment will probably come tomorrow night,” he advised her.
“Wow, it sounds like I will have my hands full in the rape bait sex role,” she said excitedly.”
Mike wryly corrected what she had just said, “No baby, it is going to be more like the rapists will have their hands full of you and you will end up being full of the rapists.”
“Now, my dear, this rape crisis matter is so important that the Governor is going to be directly involved in the conduct of the project and, in that capacity, he wants us to meet with him out at his ranch at 2PM today. He wants me to give him a heads up on the nitty gritty details of the plan, especially the part about what you are going to be doing.”
“So first I need to know if you can rearrange your schedule so that you will be able to meet me at the Governor’s ranch this afternoon.” “Of course I can Mike,” she responded, without hesitation.
“Wonderful. Now, to tell you the truth, sweetheart, the primary reason the Governor wants to have this meeting with us today, is so that he can meet you in person.”
“He has seen you on TV and in newspaper photos and from a distance, and he has been very, very impressed with your accomplishments and even more impressed with your body. Based on that, he wants to get to know you better, today, on both a professional and a personal level. And, honey, I do mean a whole, whole lot better,” Mike warned her.
“Wow, I am very flattered that a powerful man like the Governor wants to meet me up close and personal and really get to know all about me. It is going to be a real honor for me to meet him in the flesh,” she cooed excitedly.
“Let me ask you a question, beautiful,” Mike said. “Okay, fire away,” she responded. “Have you ever done a Governor before?” “No I haven’t, as a matter of fact,” she admitted.
“Well, would you like to do one today and add another powerful man to the many celebrity notches you already have in your belt? Because, if you are interested, you are going to get the opportunity to bag the Governor this afternoon at his ranch,” he advised her. “He really has the hots for your body, baby.”
Mike could tell from the pregnant pause on the phone line that Mona was intrigued by the idea of getting banged by the Governor, and was mulling it over in her mind, very carefully.
Seizing on this moment of opportunity, he said, “Now don’t make a hasty decision, baby, and while you are thinking this proposition over, why don’t you rub your clit and finger your pussy a little for me.”
“Okay,” she responded, almost absent mindedly, and quickly ran her free hand down inside of her short-shorts and panties, then slipped two fingers into her already dampening twat, and began strumming her clit with her thumb, as she thought over what Mike had just told her.
He could hear her begin to breathe more rapidly, so he quickly interjected, “Also keep in mind, Mona, that the Governor will probably be the President of the United States very soon, something that will put him first in line of the checkered list of celebrities that you have let screw you.”
She finally responded, “Well, that is a very tempting offer, Mr. Mayor and, under any other circumstances, I would jump at the chance to give myself to the Governor, and possible future President, and let him pleasure himself with me.”
“But, as you know, my husband hates the Governor with a passion and I know that the Governor hates him equally as much, or maybe even more so. Therefore, I would be really be letting Saul down, badly, if I did it with the Governor, so I am going to have to pass.”
Mike responded, “I’ll vouch that they do hate each other’s guts, baby, but would you consider doing him as a personal favor to me? It would help me out with the Governor and it would greatly help my political career when he becomes President.”
“Damn, Mike, you are asking a hell of a lot of me,” she responded. “I know, baby, but keep in mind that your husband never needs to know that you let the Governor put the meat to you and made a cuckold out of him,” Mike responded.
“I also want you to know that the Governor’s reputation is very accurate. The big bastard not only looks like an even uglier version of our former president, LBJ, he is also hung like LBJ, too.”
“You’d be getting to service 12 inches of super thick cock meat and, as crude as he looks and acts, the Governor really knows how to give a woman a first class, raunchy fucking that she won’t ever forget,” he promised her.
After a slight pause he added, “Not only that, in the job I have planned for you with the sex crime task force, you’re going to be sex bait for the rapists and, in that role, you’ll be playing like you’re a cheating wife. So fucking the Governor today would give you some current, first-hand experience at being an unfaithful, round-heeled, Cunt wife, who is giving it up on the side.”
“So what do you say, baby, will you relent for me, and take this opportunity to add the Governor to your “I have fucked him” list?”
As she continued to stir her now oozing honey pot, having added a third finger to the action, Mona reminded herself, again, that letting the Governor fuck her, and make a cuckold out of Saul, would be an awful thing to do to her husband.
Wanting to do the right thing for her husband was the basis for the moral high ground position she had taken when she had rejected the Mayor’s offer that she let the Governor screw her.
Mike’s having cunningly added the additional bits of tantalizing information had made her pause and reflect on the wisdom of her moral high ground stance.
Now she was finding out that the things Mike had tempted her with were beginning to slowly tilt the equation in the Governor’s favor.
After all she had always had a natural weakness for huge cocks. And how many girls got the opportunity to fuck a man who might become the President of the United States. Plus, Mike was right, it would be good to get a little practice in at being a cheating wife.
The more she rationalized the more she felt her resolve weakening, and she was now beginning to lean more and more in favor of letting herself get screwed and giving the Governor the satisfaction that he so badly wanted to get from cuckolding his sworn enemy — her husband.
Her fingers now dripping with her hot cuntal juices, she determined that the Mayor had been right; Saul would never know that she had cheated on him with someone he hated. Wavering mightily, she worked her clit hard and slipped a very wet middle finger into her anus.
The talented fingers, and the overwhelming temptations, finally drove her over the edge and she finally gave in to her ego driven need to have such a powerful man rutting between her legs, especially one who was a possible future President, with a 12 inch cock, who was dying to have her give it up to him.
Faithfulness having lost out, she breathed into the phone, to the anxiously waiting Mayor, “I’ll do it!”
The tension released from the Mayor’s body and he said, “Fantastic, baby. I knew that you would make the right decision. You have just made the Governor and me very happy men. Getting to put the meat to you and making a cuckold out of your husband is going to make the Governor’s day,” Mike enthused. “Thanks baby, this means a lot to me. I’ll see you at the ranch at 2PM.”
“I’ll be there, hot to trot,” she promised, then blew him a kiss and hung up the phone. Very pleased with her decision, she slid a second finger into her anus, thumbed her clit a few more times, and then climaxed with a deep, shuddering moan of pure animal passion.
Panting in climaxial heat, Mona pulled her hand out of her short-shorts, stuck her slick, tasty fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean, while she scolded herself for being such a very bad girl – again.
Mike immediately called the Governor and announced, “Great news, Chief, the temptation to bag you won out over being a faithful wife and Mona is going to let you boink her brains out and cuckold the hell out of her husband, just like I predicted.”
“Fuckin’ fantastic, ole buddy. You were right, all these fuckin’ broads are stupid Cunt’s when it comes to celebrities. Thanks for the great work of pimping her out her to me, I owe you, big time.”
“Boy it is going to be so good and dirty and gratifying for me to fork that fine bitch’s body and cuckold that pompous assed, Republican husband of hers while I’m doing it,” he laughed uproariously. “Talk about doubling your pleasure, it don’t get any better than this!
3. Mona’s Daughter / Prick Teasing To Incite A Gang Bang:
Simultaneously with her mother agreeing to let the Governor screw her brains out and cuckold her husband, her luscious daughter, Margie (the superheroine, Red Ryder), was lying on her back, on her bed, naked, her knees drawn up to her shoulders, with her thighs spread wide.
In her hand she had a long, narrow, lubricant dispensing, vibrating dildo. She inserted the tip of the pleasing instrument into her tight pussy, shoved it in deep, then pressed its plunger down, and squirted a little KY jelly out of the slit in the dildo’s head and into her warm cuntal channel, and then began stirring it around, slowly and sensuously.
This was being done to prepare her vaginal channel for the gang banging it was schedule to receive from three lusty Italians, just a few short hours from now.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, as she prepared her twat to be fucked today and, as she stirred herself, she began thinking about last week’s events that had led up to her having agreed to be the hostess, and starring female receptacle and performer, at today’s, no holds barred, orgy session.
Her industrial equipment salesman husband, George, had a big customer, whose plant was located right outside of San Diego. He was scheduled to meet with the customer’s representatives at noon today, to work on finalizing his proposal to sell them millions of dollars’ worth of manufacturing equipment. At his boss’s insistence, he was taking Margie along with him, today, to meet the customer company’s owners.
What George didn’t know was that his boss, Sergio Pensotti, knowing full well that George would never be able to close the deal by himself, had drafted Margie to use her amazingly statuesque body and abundant sexual charms, to encourage and convince the owners of the customer company to sign a contract with George’s company, and thereby enable him to earn a sales commission of over $50,000.
This was something George’s boss had called on her to do a few times before, when one of George’s important customers had needed of some sexual bribery to persuade him to close a deal with George, in spite of his incompetence as a salesman. Today was another one of those cases.
So last week, knowing the unfailing visual and sexual impact that Margie’s astoundingly curved body had on men’s cocks and brains, George’s boss had set up a luncheon meeting with the customer’s three Italian owners, in a private room in a local club. As a stimulating surprise for them, he had taken Margie along with him, dressed in the tightest, most revealing, flame red dress she had.
When the Italian brothers had seen her come into the restaurant with Sergio, they had been awestruck. She looked like a dark red haired Kim Kardashian, with a much, much better body and ass, but with that same beautiful and erotic “fuck me” face.
They were even more surprised when Sergio had told them that she was George’s wife. They couldn’t believe that such a slow-witted dork like George could possibly have landed such a stunning, superbly stacked, trophy wife like she was.
As they had ogled her absolutely stupefying body, George’s boss had gotten right to the point and had made them an offer he knew that they couldn’t refuse – if they signed the contract with his company for the new equipment, the dazzling, amazingly lush bodied, salesman’s wife would show them her appreciation by letting them fuck her any and every way they wanted.
While George’s boss had been explaining his offer to the Italians, Margie had been trying to keep from barfing.
The three brothers were all very short, under 5’6”, were heavy-set and they all had the typical, loud-mouthed, obnoxious, short man’s complex. In her five inch stiletto heels she had towered over them, a circumstance that had made their crude attitudes and antics become even worse.
The Italian sleaze balls had not only turned out to be rude and crude, they were also as ugly as sin. Looking at the trio of repulsive jerks, it had been painfully obvious to her that she was going to have to earn George his commission, the hard way.
That challenging fact had been made perfectly clear to her, during the luncheon, when she had heard George’s boss announce to the three sweating, oily, garlic smelling brothers, “I know how rotten you assholes like to treat women, so I want you to know that Margie, here, in order to get you to sign the contract, is ready and willing to take any kind of nasty abuse you boys want to hand out to her.”
“So, if you rotten assholes sign the contract, she’ll be here next week, eager to fulfill your every nasty and disgusting demand. You won’t have to hold anything back with her, you can just go ahead and make this fantastic body of her’s really earn her husband’s commission for him,” he encouraged them.
“And, believe me, the commission George will get is large enough to make her more than willing to put up with your raunchy behavior and perform any dirty sex act that you want her to,” Sergio added, with a flare.
The only rule that you have to agree to follow is that you will only slap her with an open hand. But you can slap the hell out of her, while you’re at it,” Georges’ boss threw in, with a knowing wink.
As the three dumb-founded brothers were digesting what they had just been promised, in order to give them an additional, very graphic, hands-on inducement to accept his proposition, George’s boss had let the trio of Italian pigs pass her around and feel her up and do everything to her body that they possibly could, but stick a cock in it.
She had spent the next three hours being kissed, fondled, bitten and fingered by the three dark-skinned, greasy, total jerks, who had been unbelievably callous and verbally abusive, as they handed her around like a piece of raw meat, and totally violated all of her orifices with their fingers.
Whenever she wasn’t planted in one of their laps, getting manhandled, she had been sitting on their hands, with the guy’s fingers stuffed up into her two lower channels, being made to squirm around on the stiff digits that were probing her moist orifices, and fuck herself with them.
This irresistible, private room luncheon, prick tease job had worked like a charm, as it always did and, at the end of the grossly erotic foreplay session, the three brothers had readily agreed to sign the contract in exchange for an afternoon of gang banging, during which they intended to totally debauche their equipment supplier’s salesman’s superbly curved wife, and treat her like the company whore that she was.
After the physically and mentally demanding luncheon, she and Sergio had left the club, gotten in his rental car, then had driven back to his hotel in San Diego.
Watching her get pawed and explored by the Italian oafs, for three hours, had given George’s boss a boner that wouldn’t go down. When they were on the highway, he had grabbed her by the back of the neck and shoved her face down into his crotch and demanded, “Alright you god damned prick teasing, over-stacked whore, suck me off and give me some relief before my nuts explode.”
She had fumbled around and gotten his large pecker out, then had gone down on it hungrily. Having had her two lower clits stimulated, and her pussy and anal passage wildly penetrated for three hours, had gotten her so hot that she needed relief as badly as Sergio did.
Lying face down across the front seat of the car, she had one hand wrapped around the base of Georges bosses cock, holding it steady, while her month bobbed up and down on the rigid weapon, giving it a complete, drooling deep throating.
Her other hand was thrust between her legs and her fingers were massaging her camel toe clit, frantically seeking a much needed climax.
Her cocksucking had been so hot that Sergio had to pull the car over onto the shoulder of the highway and park it, in order to keep from having a wreck.
As he watched her suck on his meat, he saw lights begin to flash and, in the rearview mirror, he saw a police cruiser pull up behind his car.
Sergio knew that they weren’t breaking any laws of any kind, so he put his hand on the back of her head and kept her sucking.
Soon he saw a big cop get out of the cruiser and walk up beside the driver’s side door.
Sergio rolled down the car window and she heard the cop ask, “Everything okay, buddy?”
“Absolutely”, Sergio responded. “Good, I just wanted to make sure that you weren’t having any problem with your car,” the cop responded pleasantly.
“No everything is just fine, I just pulled over to make sure I wasn’t a danger to the other vehicles on the road,” Sergio assured him.
The cop looked down at the top on the bobbing head and said, “Well I can see why your decision to pull over was a wise one. Damn your honey is really going after it, ain’t she? Looks like a beaver going after a tree trunk.” “She certainly is,” Sergio replied.
“Who, may I ask, do you have sucking your cock,” the cop asked with curiosity. “One of my employees,” Sergio told him.
“Good for you, tiger, the stuff inside the company usually suck the best and they give you the least amount of problems,” the cop observed.
“Boy, from the sounds she’s making with her mouth, this sure ain’t the first time she’s sucked a cock,” the cop said, impressed.
He leaned down and looked her prone body over, then said, “Wow, congratulations partner, she has got some kind of body on her. And, god damned, what an ass she’s got. I bet she fucks as good as she sucks.” “She sure does,” Sergio assured him.
Sergio, at a point of no return said, “Excuse me officer, but I’ve got to shoot my wad.”
“Go right ahead, buddy, but how about telling your cocksucker to keep your load in her mouth and, after you’ve emptied your balls into it, pull her head up and let me see how much of your spunk she has captured.”
“You heard the man baby,” Sergio said, as his cock exploded in her mouth.
When his climax was over, Sergio grabbed her hair in the hand he had on the back of her head, and lifted it up for the cop to be able to see her face and mouth.
The cop looked down into her open mouth and could see Sergio’s cum load swishing around in her mouth and covering her tongue.
The cop asked Sergio, “How about getting her to tilt her head back and gargle that jism real good?”
“Great idea,” Sergio responded. “Do it,” he ordered. She did and they both watched her gargle and make cum bubbles, as she churned up the thick, milky cream.
The cop said, “Okay, babe, now swallow it down.” She chug-a-lugged the aerated spunk down her throat and, that large gulping swallow, combined with the fingering she had been giving her clit, caused her body to shudder, as a full climax passed through it.
The cop said, “Damn she is really a hot one. Baby, how about sitting up and letting me get a good look at you.”
She did. “God damn would you look at those tits,” the cop exclaimed. “That is some kind of fuckin’ spectacular rack she’s got. Good for you, buddy,” the cop said, in admiration, “you have caught yourself a real winner, here.”
The cop had then pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it across to her, saying, “Honey Chile, if you ever get into any trouble in this neck of the woods, give me a call and I’ll take care of it for you, in exchange for you treating me to some sex with that hot body of yours.”
He had then shaken Sergio’s hand and said, “Thank you sir, it has been a genuine pleasure to meet both of you, but especially the chick. Drive carefully now, you hear.”
At that point she snapped out of her trancelike thoughts about last week’s events, opened her eyes and closed her mouth, removed the dildo from her well stirred pussy, then returned to her preparations for today’s multi-partnered sex event
4. Tell The Hubby About Everything But His Cuckolding / Then Prepare To Do It:
Her hot climax completed, Mona had hung up the phone, brushed her hair, and then ran down the stairs to her husband’s study in her skimpy short-shorts outfit.
It was Thursday morning, the day each week that she and Saul treated themselves to staying home together in the morning, then having lunch at his private club.
Having committed herself to meet with the Mayor and the Governor at 2PM, she needed to push things along today, to make sure she got to the ranch on time for her fucking.
She entered Saul’s study, went behind his desk, knelt between his knees, pulled out his large cock and guiltily began licking its head as she said, “Darling, that was the Mayor who called. He says he needs me to work on a sex crime task force that he has just set up to catch those rapists who have been in the news the last couple of days.” She ran her tongue up the underside of his already stiff, throbbing tool, to try and keep him distracted.
“I’m not surprised that he picked you. Based on what has been on the news, the Mayor has a real public relations problem on his hands,” Saul opined. “Do you know what he wants you to do on this task force?”
Now anxiously running her tongue over his balls, she fibbed,” I don’t know anything about it yet, darling, but I will give you the full details as soon as I find them out.”
She lifted her face out of his crotch and said, “By the way, this rape problem is so big and important that the Governor himself is going to take a hands on leadership role in this project. He has asked the Mayor and me to meet with him at 2PM today, at his ranch out on Highway 16.”
“He wants the Mayor to go over his rape task force’s plan of action, as well as discuss the details of what my duties will be.” she said, hurriedly, then stuffed his ramrod stiff pecker back in her mouth, guiltily hoping to keep the discussion to a minimum.
But, just hearing the mention of the Governor caused Saul’s body to stiffen, and she heard him say, sternly, “Damn, so the Governor wants to meet with you two at his ranch. That really is something. This project must have an extremely high priority to cause that rotten asshole to get off his lying, lazy ass and actually do something besides hit on broads.”
Then he tilted her head up so he could look her in the eye while she sucked, and said, “You know that I can’t stand that lying, hillbilly crook and that, in return, he hates my guts for always opposing him in everything he does.”
She nodded her head “yes” and worriedly kept on eating cock, emptying her mouth only to free her tongue so that she could verbally respond to him.
Saul paused, then asked, “Have you ever met the Governor before, personally or as a superheroine?” “No,” she answered, happy that she could answer at least one question truthfully.
Luckily for her, Saul didn’t know that the Governor was on the superheroine approval board and, therefore, didn’t know that the Governor knew that she was his wife.
“Well let me take a minute and warn you about our miserable, asshole of a Chief Executive. I have never heard that political hack utter a single word of truth. The slimy son of a bitch would lie to his mother, and he is as crooked a politician as there is in the world. Plus the sleazy bastard is a world renowned womanizer,” he said in disgust.
“So you watch out for him today, because he will try and corner you, make a pass at you and grope you, in hopes of getting lucky. So, for my sake, keep the son of a bitch at arm’s length,” he ordered her.
Considering that she had just committed to letting the Governor cuckold her husband, she felt compelled to pull his cock out of her mouth and blatantly lie, “don’t worry darling, I won’t let him get anywhere with me.”
Saul leaned down and kissed her, then said, “Thank you darling, I just wanted you to know more about the skunk, so you will be prepared to fend him off.”
To quickly change the subject, she said brightly, “Now honey, let’s get down to much more important personal business. What do you want me to wear to the club for you today?”
“As always, I’ll leave it completely up to you to choose your outfit, so surprise me,” he smiled. “Something real hot,” she teased? “Of course,” he responded with a broad grin, “Something real, real hot and tight. We don’t want to disappoint the horny, gawking club members.”
“I will darling, just for you,” she lied again. “By the way, we will need to drive to the club in separate cars, today, because, after we have finished lunch, I will have to drive directly to the Governor’s ranch.”
Continuing, she said, ‘I will carry my superheroine costume in my car and change into it somewhere along the way. Since I don’t know how long the meeting will take, I’ll stop off at Margie’s on the way back and spend the night, and let you sleep in peace.”
She deep throated him a couple of more times, then jumped up, ran upstairs and started going through her closet looking for something the Governor would really enjoy fucking her in.
5. Working For The Muslims / A Religious Experience:
At the same time that her mother was running up the stairs to choose an outfit to be fucked in, Margie, her pussy lightly lubricated, and perfectly prepared to receive and entertain some very large and demanding cocks, shifted her attention to her soon to be plundered anal passage.
Like she had done with her tight twat, she inserted the long, narrow dildo up her ass and shot some KY jelly into it, then gave the, also very tight rear channel, a good, stimulating stirring. As she did it, her thoughts again returned to the rest of last week’s activities, those that had occurred after she had prick teased the three Italians into signing the sales contract with her husband’s company.
After the conclusion of the Italian’s three hour, all fingers, fuck fest, she and George’s boss had left the club and driven to his hotel in San Diego, parked, then had gone up to his room.
While she was freshening herself up, Sergio had placed a telephone call to another room in the hotel. As she was putting her panties and bra back in place, and straightening out her dress, she had heard him say, “We’re here, your excellency. Of course, we’ll be right up.
Sergio had hung up and immediately sat her down and told her, “There are a few things you must know, right this minute. First, our company is owned by an Iranian conglomerate. The President of that conglomerate, Abdul Achmed, is in his suite, upstairs, waiting to see us.”
“Now, Abdul is not only the President of the Iranian owned conglomerate, he is also a leading cleric in the Muslim world, and his fanatical religious followers are militantly dedicated to defeating America, who they consider to be a nation of infidels, and whose women are all considered to be whores.”
“This conglomerate is used by the Iranian Council to provide money to Abdul’s followers to finance their anti-American activities.”
“Abdul himself, in his secular role, is an astute, profit mongering, businessman who is using our company as a tool to run all of our American competitors out of business, in order to help cripple the US.”
“Your great success in winning sales contracts, like the one with the Italians, is helping our company increase its profits and reach its goal of destroying our American business competitors.”
“Because you have done so well, Abdul wants to see for himself the incomparable body and beauty that you use to persuade men to do what you want them to do.”
“Now understand that Abdul is not only a fanatical America-hating, Muslim religious leader, he is also a man. And as a man he has sexual needs. And tonight he wants to see your magnificent body and then sample your world class sexual skills, and use them to gratify himself.”
“For both of our benefits you must come upstairs with me and service Abdul’s needs. And, while you are doing him, you should keep in mind that you will be gratifying the man who has the power to terminate your husband, at any time, and thereby deny you the ability to keep on earning large commissions in the future.”
“There is one further thing you must know. In the Muslim world women have no standing, they are non-entities. Therefore they are treated with complete contempt by all Arab men.”
“So when we are with his Highness, you must ignore his demeaning attitude towards you and the insulting way that he will treat you, and just make the best of the situation and let him do whatever her wants to you. Do you fully understand me?”
Although she absolutely detested the idea of letting an America-hating fanatic, like this Arab cleric apparently was, put his cock in her and use her body to pleasure himself, she fully understood the ramifications of refusing to give it up to him and perform the despicable sex acts he would undoubtedly demand of her.
She and George needed that $50,000 commission very badly, and her refusing to have sex with the Arab cleric would not help she and George, or America.
Thinking practically, she elected to put her principles aside in favor of making sure George got the commission. She would fight America’s battle another day, on her own terms.
She looked up at Sergio’s and said, “Yes I understand completely, so let’s go upstairs and I’ll make sure that he is totally taken care of, in every way.”
Her yes answer in hand, the relieved and pleased Sergio had pulled her to her feet, slapped her on the ass, then had grabbed her by the arm and hustled his superbly bodied whore up to the the Arab cleric’s suite, to be sexually exploited.
As they made their way upstairs, she also knew that another factor had contributed to her making the degrading decision to let herself be hosed by an anti-American Arab cleric much easier.
She was still very hot from the three hours of finger fucking she had endured earlier, and that fact, combined with her having swallow the cum load Sergio had shot down her throat in the car, now had her sexually intoxicated.
In this over-heated condition she would have had a hard time resisting any man who wanted to stick his dick in her. She knew that, as soon as the priest had put his hands on her, she would have had to let the Arab cleric fuck her, anyway, in spite of herself.
Once in the suite, they were taken back to a living room area in which a tall, slender Arab was standing. He was wearing a golden robe that tied in the front, gold slippers and some kind of gold turban headpiece. He looked more like a clown than a powerful Iranian religious leader.
He had a full beard and the look of overbearing arrogance that one has who has always gotten his way about everything. His glowering eyes had a look of absolute contempt in them.
When Sergio had told him who she was, the Muslim leader didn’t even acknowledge her existence. He just looked her up and down and said, “So this is your company’s renowned Cunt. I commend you of finding such a magnificent creature to be your saleswoman/whore. With this spectacular body she looks like she could fuck an army.”
“I can see why she is so irresistible to men and why she has been so successful in persuading them to do business with our company. She is positively superb. I have never before seen such a body as this one.”
Walking around her, he asked, “So tell me, Sergio, how did your star whore perform her task, today?
“Your majesty, she had the three ugly Italian buffoons thinking about nothing but getting to fuck her. She prick teased them until they were ready to give their souls to get a piece of her hot ass.”
“It was no contest, they almost drowned in their own drool as they explored her body, and the deal is signed, sealed and delivered. The only thing left to be done is for her to go back next week and let them fuck her senseless.”
“And, I do mean senseless, your highness. These are three real badasses, who have Mafia connections, and they are going to make her earn every cent of her husband’s sales commission. They intend to wipe the floor with her like she was nothing but a common whore,” Sergio said, shaking his head, with a smile, at the thought of the carnage that they had in mind for her.
The religious leader responded, “What do we care what they do to her. All we want is their signature on the god damned contract. Her husband is making enough money on this deal that she should be willing to put up with anything they want to do to her. Let the SOB’s have their dirty sex fun, at her expense, they deserve it for signing a deal this large.”
Abdul, standing right in front of her, reached in and got her tits out of the top of her dress, squeezed them and pinched her hard nipples, as he asked Sergio, “So her pussy and ass haven’t had a cock in them today, is that correct?”
“No, they haven’t. The Italian’s have primed the hell out of them for you, with their fingers, but you are the one who gets to cock fuck them first.”
With an unreligious gleam in his eye, the very horny Arab cleric said, “Well then, let’s not waste any more time. I want to put my cock in this beautiful American slut and let her demonstrate for me her whoring skills.”
The bearded holy man untied the sash to his robe, shrugged his shoulders and let the robe fall to the floor, leaving him only wearing his turban and shoes.
She had looked down at his member and almost gasped. The Middle-Eastern religious leader had an almost black dong that had to be a good 10 inches long, and was as thick as her wrist. It looked like an elongated beer can with a cockhead on it.
Shaking her head in amazement, she thought to herself, “The Arabs must have a cock size contest to determine who gets to be a cleric, and this guy won.”
She licked her lips and thought, “Damned, I knew that I was going to get fucked tonight, to make the Arab happy. But now I see that I am really going to get fucked tonight.
The cleric said to her, “Get on your knees.” She did. He then stepped in front of her face, grabbed his monster meat pole in one hand and slapped it hard against the side of her face. The rigid tool was very hard and the blow stung her cheek. He repeated the head slaps several more times until her face was red from the cock whipping.
He had then told Sergio, “Get her up on her feet and pull her skirt up to her waist, remove her panties, then put her on the bed, on her knees, with her face down on the mattress.”
She had swallowed hard and said to herself, “Damn, wouldn’t you know it; the very first thing the Arab bastard is going to do is sodomize me with that damn orifice wrecker of his.”
“This is not starting out to be my lucky day! But at least, once he has opened me up with that damn thing, it will turn out to be my lucky day. She had inherited, from her mother, a serious lustful weakness for very large cocks.
Sergio prepared her as the Muslim cleric had instructed, then had watched Abdul step up behind her and put the head of his cock against her anus.
Grabbing her by the hips, he had quickly humped his ass forward and drove a third of his massive organ into her well fingered and loosened anal channel.
This first impaling thrust had caused her eyes to open wide and a long, loud groan gurgled from her lips, as the Arab’s dominator made its first serious impression on her.
The very turned on high priest then began pounding his rigid cock into her anal channel, saying to Sergio, “Ah, my friend, this American bitch has a nice warm asshole and it is very tight. How I love to ass fuck American women in the same way that I want to fuck America. It is more stimulating that Viagra.”
Abdul reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her mane of dark red hair, then jerked her head up and back, and started using the hair like bridle reins, to provide more leverage, as he to plowed his long, fat cock deeper into her swiftly loosening anal passage.
“Slap the white Cunt’s face with your cock, Sergio, while I slap her ass cheeks. It makes me hotter to have these white harlots beaten a little, and hear the sound of their flesh being slapped, while I sodomize their gorgeous asses.”
He then began cursing her in very un-cleric like English, while he continued to stuff his prick even further up her ass, thoroughly and viciously, and truly ball deep.
The pleased cleric said to Sergio, “Ah, my friend, this is how all American women should be. In the worship position, asshole exposed, and having an Arab cock shoved up their ass.”
Sergio nodded his head in agreement and had to admit that seeing his whore postured like this, offering her anus to the Arab cleric, and having a cock that size stuffed into her back channel was truly a stimulating sight to behold.
It hadn’t taken too many slaps by the two men for the cleric to be taken over the edge and blow his seed up her spectacularly curved, now very red welted American ass.
When his gun was empty, the Arab religious leader shoved her off of the bed and put her on her hands and knees. He had grabbed two handfuls of her hair, pulled her up strait, then stuck the cock that had just creamed her anal passage, into her mouth, and made her suck on the dripping, flavorful dip stick, until it was perfectly clean and gleaming with her saliva.
Leaving her on her knees, licking her lips, the two men had gone over to the room bar and poured themselves some wine and sipped it while the Muslim cleric explained to Sergio how the all-powerful Muslims were going to soon be taking over the world, and when they did they were going to make whore slaves of all of America’s beautiful women, and let them only be fucked by the men of Islam; many, many times a day.
After several minutes of crude, anti-American ranting, Abdul’s cock took charge of his brain, again, and he had said, “Now, Sergio, drop your pants and sit on the couch.
When Sergio was in place, the womanizing Arab cleric said, “Now, have her back up to you, then pull her ass down and force her anus down on your cock, until your dong is driven all the way up her ass.
Sergio followed the holy man’s orders and, as hot and juicy as her anal passage was from having the Arab’s huge cock shoved up it, it didn’t take long for Sergio’s cock to be fully buried in her back channel.
Abdul had then ordered her to lift her legs and aim them at the ceiling. Then he had Sergio grab a calf in each hand and split her legs into a wide V, exposing her pussy completely.
The now secular Arab looked at the graphically dirty sex picture that she was presenting, and observed, “Your American whore has a beautiful pussy, Sergio. She would make a perfect white slave for all Muslims to use.”
The stiff pricked cleric had then stepped in front of her waiting twat, as it perched right above Sergio’s, ass imbedded, cock shaft.
The very turned-on, ex camel jockey, had taken his very large cock in his hand and inserted the head into the puffy lipped, pink vagina slit.
The now sex crazed religious dignitary put his arm out and grabbed her behind the neck, for leverage, then, with one powerful thrust, sank his rigid tool half way up into her very wet and excited snatch.
With a groan of deep pleasure, the anti-American Arab had said, “Damn, her pussy feels as good as it looks. It is so god damned hot and juicy. These American women’s cunts are built for fucking. Allah, in his infinite wisdom, designed them all to be whores.”
The overheated religious leader then began rhythmically shoving his huge Iranian boner into her juicy cunt, until he had it in, full depth. Having hit absolute bottom, that gratifying sensation brought a very pleased smile to his face.
With his eyes half closed in sexual ecstasy, the whoremongering Arab priest felt her snuggly fitting pink vagina squeeze his member as it took her, plowing his formidable tool through her molten cuntal juices.
Her own mouth had begun to open in response to the pressure and friction that the two dongs were creating inside of her side by side pleasure channels, and the two men could hear their heated up bitch begin to moan with abject, animalistic pleasure.
Eventually the Arab sexual predator had lost control and emptied his balls into her steaming, very stretched pussy, howling, “Take my seed you hot assed American slut. Praise Allah for providing me with this perfect cunt to fuck.”
After the cleric had sent all of his spunk deep inside of her, he had pulled her off of Sergio’s stiff prick, and put her on her knees then had made her suck his prick clean again.
Temporarily satiated, his holiness had allowed Sergio to get his own boner taken care of by her mouth, the cleaning of that nasty dong resulting in her again swallowing down her throat another full load of Sergio’s thick, sticky ball cream, as she tasted the full flavor of her ass, as she did it.
The two well satisfied businessmen had gone over and sat down on each side of a wooden card table and poured themselves some more wine. The insatiable cleric looked over and ordered her to get under the table. He stuffed his limp penis in her mouth and had her chew on it, while he trash talked America.
While the fanatical cleric assailed Sergio with an anti-American tirade, she had mouthed his empty, slack cock meat, trying to coax the flaccid, shrunken tool back to life.
It took more than fifteen minutes for her very skilled mouth and wet, probing tongue to bring the Arab’s orifice wrecker back to full boner condition, again.
With his Arab pecker meat rock solid again, the Middle-eastern holy man had laid her down on a couch, with her head hanging over one of the couch arms. He had then straddled her head, inserted his cock in her mouth, then had sat down on her face, and started pumping his cock down her throat.
She ate his mouth stretching member for so long that her jaws ached. When his cock finally climaxed, he sent the first volley down her throat. The rest of the jism he shot right into her face. When his fire nozzle hose like cum shots had finished hosing her, she was gasping for air and looked like she had just won first place in a bukakke contest.
As she had knelt there coughing, her face a mask of thick cum, she had again realized that all men were alike, no matter their nationality and no matter what religion they belonged too.
They were male centric jerks who loved to use and abuse beautiful women, of all nationalities, in the raunchiest, most demeaning ways they could think of. And this terrorist plotting religious cleric/businessman was no different.
Abdul had used her body and sexual services, without ever even having said her name, and was sending her home with a body full of Iranian cum and no thanks for her efforts.
As she was still kneeling, licking her cummy lips, the arrogant cleric had grabbed her by the arm, jerked her to her feet, taken her to the door of the suite, opened it, tossed her panties out in the hall, then had shoved her through the door after them, giving her a hard kick in her gorgeous ass, that sent her sprawling across the hall floor.
She had gotten up, picked up her panties and used them to wipe the cum off of her face, then put them back on.
She had then gone outside and hailed a cab. The cab driver had immediately moved his rear view mirror so he could see her body, and his mouth was wide open as he watched her all the way home.
Doing her patriotic duty, she had called the Mayor the next day and told him about Abdul. Mike had told her to keep letting him fuck her while he checked the guy out and he would get back to her later.
That memory snapped her out of her thoughts and she pulled the dildo out of her very primed ass, stuck it in her mouth and licked it clean, then got up to complete her preparations for the commission earning, all Italian gang bang that lie just ahead.
6. Getting Dressed To Be Fucked:
a. The daughter:
At the same time that Mona was running up the stairs to get dressed to cuckold her husband, her breathtakingly luscious, superbly stacked, superheroine daughter, Margie, was busy putting on a sensational, one piece, preposterously tight, yellow summer dress.
This ultimate in prick teasing outfits was shoulder less, the top of the form fitting bodice having an elastic band around it, that securely kept the naughty, very revealing dress in place, just above the level of the nipples of her outrageously large and perfectly formed, braless, jutting torpedo breasts, that were practically spilling out of the top of the dress.
Its skirt barely covered her matching yellow bikini panties and was titillating tight to better show off her magnificent, irresistibly curved ass cheeks. Below the hem of the extremely short skirt, her fully fleshed, superbly toned, perfectly formed thighs were on full, mouthwatering display.
To complete the mind boggling, indecently sexy outfit, Margie had put on matching yellow, 5 inch, stiletto heeled shoes that had straps that wrapped sexily up around her ankles.
b. The mother:
Given the era the Governor was from, Mona decided that he would really like to see her in a garter belt and nylons. That election having been made, she picked out a pale purple, extremely tight, mid-thigh length skirt and a soft, body hugging, matching, extremely low cut, pale purple blouse.
Around her waist she strapped on a darker purple, five inch wide elastic belt that accented her fabulous hips and ass cheeks, as her lower body flared out seductively from her small waist.
Under the deliciously risqu?utfit, she put on a cleavage exposing purple bra and silky, matching bikini panties, whose teasing, pale purple crotch clearly showed the outline of her puffy lipped pussy and very prominent camel toe clit.
To complete the sensationally erotic looking ensemble, she stepped into a pair of pale purple, 5 inch high, stiletto heeled shoes that gave her the look of an, on the prowl for extremely young meat, Cougar temptress.
She stood in front of her full length mirror, hands on her dazzlingly wide hips, and knew that she had picked out the perfect outfit to let the Governor screw her in.
Smiling at her wickedly sexy reflection, she knew that this outfit would bring out the very worst in the potential future President.
She wetted her parted lips, in sexy anticipation of what things might be stuck between them today, and thought, “Men are so easy. They can be driven absolutely crazy by a beautiful woman wearing sexy, slutty clothing, and would make complete fools out of themselves to get into her body.”
“Despite men’s foolish, egotistical thoughts to the contrary, PUSSY’S rule the world,” she laughed out loud to herself, while she stroked hers.
Completely satisfied with the way she had decorated her superbly stacked, outrageously plush body, that she was soon going to soon turn over to the Governor to play with, plunder and debauche, all afternoon, she went downstairs and found Saul waiting in the living room.
She whistled at him and struck a provocative pose, then undulated over and pulled up her skirt, spread her feet and asked coquettishly, “Want to taste a little pussy before we go to lunch, baby?”
7. Leaving To Be Unfaithful:
c. The daughter:
Simultaneously with her mother pulling her skirt up and shoving her crotch in Saul’s face, Margie went into the living room and found her enormously cocked, zero personality, very poor salesman of a husband, George, tying his shoes.
Knowing how much he liked seeing her dressed like this, she struck a sexy pose for him to see, but he was so lost in the thoughts of getting himself ready to go and meet with his customer’s representatives, that he didn’t even notice her.
She knew that she should feel at least a little guilty about being unfaithful to George, today, but she didn’t. She never wanted him to find out about what she was going to be doing today, but a $50,000 commission was at stake, and she was going to do everything she could to make sure that her husband got it, even if it meant letting the Italians fuck her brains out. and use her like a $10 hooker.
The thought about what the Italian’s were going to be putting her through, today, made her think that she needed a stiff drink to really get her in the mood to be molested by the three crude animals.
Of course she knew that the best drink she could have for the occasion would a few shots of hot cum getting pumped down her throat. That was her perfect aphrodisiac and always put her in the mood for any and everything sexual. But since was so uptight, there was no cock available for her to suck off.
Fortunately, as luck would have it, she did have some cum available, right in her own refrigerator. Her twin cousins, Jerry and Larry, had left it with her two days ago, after they had spent several hours trying, unsuccessfully, to get her to commit incest with them.
She undulated over to the refrigerator and pulled out the jar of cum that the horny twins had left behind to tempt her. She took the lid off of the sinful jar, then held it up and looked at the almost full cup of their thick, creamy, incestuous, ball juice.
She scolded herself for even considering committing this form of absentee incest, but then told herself that it was, “any port in a storm,” when you are in desperate need.
She held the cup up to her mouth, tilted her head back then drank it all down in three large gulps.
She put the empty jar in the sink and, licking her cream covered lips, returned to her husband and helped him finish getting ready to go, already feeling the twin’s cup of illicit cum beginning to warm her up to be had.
d. The mother:
Saul had accepted her invitation to eat her crotch and had buried his face into the fleshy pussy lips that were clearly outlined through her pale purple, whore’s panties.
She watched him begin sinking his teeth into what the Governor was soon going to be sticking his big cock in the middle of, and fucking it deep and hard, while he enjoyed the complete satisfaction of cuckolding his hated enemy — the husband who was currently munching on her excited, very ready to be eaten and plowed, vagina, unknowingly warming it up for the Governor 12’s inch cock to use.
As Mona watched her husband enjoy himself with her hot, tasty twat, she felt somewhat guilty for having agreed to cheat on him with the Governor while, on the other hand, she was feeling a terrific sense of excitement that such a powerful man as the Governor was soon going to be plundering her orifices, with very bad intentions.
She had no illusions about what was about to happen to her. She knew that, to the Governor, she was nothing more than a gorgeous piece of ass that he wanted to exploit and use to get a very gratifying revenge against her husband.
She also knew enough about the Governor to know that he thought that all women were just stupid, round-heeled broads, and that he intended to treat her accordingly and, with that bad attitude, was going to demean and degrade her as a part of his cuckolding revenge.
But her reward for willingly being little more than a whore for him today, was that she will have bagged a Governor. She smiled and thought. “Being beautiful and voluptuous and loose, certainly had its rewards.”
Having reminded herself of the depravity the Governor undoubtedly had in mind for her, she told herself again that what Saul didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him,. A truism that was especially applicable to today’s salacious events, since she was going to really enjoy getting taken apart by the Governor’s mammoth boner.
She did feel guilty enough, though, that she pulled Saul’s head up and leaned down and kissed and licked his wet face.
She was thankful that she had told her husband that she would be spending tonight at her daughter’s home.
That was the only way that she could keep him from finding out that her vagina had been plundered and ravaged, while she had been with the Governor all afternoon.
She didn’t want to have to try and explain why it was in such a fully stirred and completely ravished condition.
Besides she always enjoyed letting her daughter’s magic tongue clean up the mess men always made of her orifices, as only she could do.
8. Pre-Hardcore Activities:
e. The Daughter / Going To The Hotel – The Kid Gets His:
At the same time that Saul and her mother had gotten into their separate cars and left for the club, Margie and George got in their car and started the relatively short trip to his customer’s offices.
With a large volume of her twin cousin’s incestuous cum shots sloshing around in her stomach, Margie was sitting next to her unsuspecting husband, now in a great mood to face the gang fuck that lie ahead for her, this afternoon.
Arriving at their destination, they went in, and it didn’t take long for the Italian’s staff to hustle George out of their office, to spend his afternoon and all the next day, with the plant’s engineers, finalizing his proposal.
As he was led out of the office, the three brothers were slapping George on the back and promising him that they would take good care of his wife, all afternoon, and show her a really, really good time. They also told him that they would take him home the next day in a company car.
When George had left the room, the oldest brother came over to her, with a young kid in tow and said, “In order to avoid any chance of our wives discovering that we are cheating on them with you, my son Orlando is going to drive you to a really out of the way, dive of a hotel and check you in. We will make the trip separately, after you are in the room, and come up the back way to join you.
“Now my son here is only 15, but he is a horny little asshole who has fucked some whores before, so, while you are waiting for us to arrive, I want you to show him a real good time and give him a freebie. Got me, chick?”
“Yes,” she nodded, looking apprehensively at the scrawny, putrid looking little grease ball, who was barely five feet tall and probably weighed 90 pounds.
The father looked at his ugly little runt of a son and said, “She’s a whore, boy, so treat her like one and get you a little of her hot action, while you’re waiting for us to get to the hotel.”
The three Italians watched the boy lead George’s spectacularly curvaceous, preposterously stacked wife out to her car and leave the premises.
As they drove to the hotel, Margie looked the diminutive teen over and thought, Ugh,” to herself, realizing that she was now going to be spending the afternoon whoring herself to four grossly ugly males instead of just three.
She swallowed hard at the nauseating thought, then smiled at her repulsive looking, teen driver, knowing that she had a high paying job to do, no matter how disgusting and humiliating it might be.
Twenty minutes later she was in the cheap hotel room, where she was soon going to be gang banged, in the arms of the 15 year old kid, French kissing and swapping spit with the ugly little Italian teen, just like they were on a hot date. A true beauty and the dwarf scene, as his thin, boney body crawled all over her spectacular curves.
Five minutes later, with her skirt up around her waist, on her knees, with the repulsive, pint-sized, rodent like, teen’s cock stuck in her mouth, sucking it like it had never been sucked before and tasting its nasty, tart precum dribble, as it began to coat her tongue.
f. The Mother / A Teasing Lunch / Meat For Both:
Saul and Mona arrived at the club, were seated and had ordered their food and drinks at about the same time that the three Italians rushed into Margie’s hotel room ready for some very raunchy action, then had to wait their turn while they watched the horny 15 year old finish getting his knob polished by the equipment supplier’s magnificently built, cocksucking, drool dripping company whore.
Saul and Mona’s food came and, with every male in the club trying to get a look up her ultra-tight skirt, some of the lucky ones being successful, Mona stuck a fork full of meat into her mouth while, simultaneously, Margie, still on her knees, teen cum all over her lips and running down her chin, had a full sized Italian cock forked into her mouth. Both of the spectacular women chewed on their respective morsels of meat, with Mona swallowing hers first.
Seated directly across from Saul and Mona, four guys had the perfectly positioned table to be able to see up Mona’s skirt, and they were making the most of it and enjoying the erotic view.
Mona decided to provide them with just what they were hoping for, and every couple of minutes, would recross her legs, slowly, and give them a full upskirt peep at the crotch of her pale purple panties, the frilly tops of her nylons, the garter belt straps and the exposed thigh flesh between the tops of her nylons and the bottom of the panties.
While the four men were watching the risqu?ease show, very closely, Saul got up and went to the restroom. The three ooglers immediately waived to her to show them some more.
So she uncrossed her legs, pulled her skirt up to the tops of her nylons, parted her knees and let them get a full look up under her skirt, then blew them a kiss as she showed them absolutely everything they wanted to see.
Saul returned before the sweaty palmed foursome could do anything other than watch the super-hot tease show. The four, now fully bonered men, all agreed that, the next time she came to the club, without her husband, they were going to hit on her with the expectation of scoring.
Knowing exactly what they were thinking, she smiled. They wouldn’t be successful, but she, being the natural born prick teaser that she was, never tired of getting her ego stroked by showing off her goodies and then having men hit on her with the hopes of getting lucky and nailing what she h ad been showing off to them.
9. The Daughter / Oral Abuse For Openers:
As Mona continued her delicious meal, talked to Saul, prick teased the onlookers and dreamed about her coming sex session with the Governor’s 12 inch cock, her sexy superheroine daughter was addressing the frenzied demands of about 27 inches of thick, hard, dark skinned, very greasy Italian cocks.
Margie quickly found her head and mouth in the middle of a furious penis storm, as the three brothers stood around her kneeling form and took turns sticking their big, dark dongs in her mouth, and fucking it with callous abandon (actually raping it would be more accurate, from her point of view).
When one brother had her gagging on his rampaging cock, another brother would grab her head away from the one with his cock between her teeth in her mouth, then lewdly replace it with his own, then take his turn plundering her mouth, and yelling filthy insults at her, as he did his best to keep her choking by forcing his big tool all the way down her throat, face in pubic hair and ball deep.
The invading cockheads beat against her tonsils, went into the insides her cheeks or down her throat. Having no other alternative she just let them have their way with her mouth and took the oral abuse as best she could, letting them have their raunchy, lewd fun.
Finally they dragged her to her feet by the hair, picked her up and tossed her on the bed, on her back, then grabbed her by the neck and dragged her head over to the end of the bed, where they let it hang off of the edge of the mattress.
One of the brothers walked up and stuffed his cock into her wide open, upside down mouth and rammed his 9 inch dong right down her throat. He popped her tits out of the top of her dress, grabbed a big jug in each hand and used her superb rack as leverage as he fucked her mouth, brutally.
His two brothers got on the other end of the bed, got under her skirt, pushed the crotch of her panties aside, got her knees up, spread her thighs, then began running fingers into her pussy and anus, crudely fucking them both, as she got her face fucked.
As they explored and used all of her orifices, the room was filled with the noise of her oral juices being plowed, accompanied by the glub glub sounds of her mouth sucking on the invading cock, while she gasped for air, as well as the muffled sounds of her moans of pleasure, as she helplessly let them use her, and turn her on.
While she was eating their big, meaty boners, she had soon noticed that the three of them felt like they had a coating of bad smelling olive oil all over their bodies. They were all a little overweight and were sweating profusely, and even the beads of bodily fluids smelled of garlic.
As she looked at the balls that were bouncing against her forehead she realized that she was going to end up slick from their oil, sweat and cum and knew that it would take more than a few showers to rid herself of their stench.
10. The Mother Arrives For The Cuckolding:
At the same time that Margie was orally servicing the Italian’s cocks, the lunch at the club was over. Mona kissed Saul goodbye and got in her Jaguar and started the drive to the Governor’s ranch.
Mona pulled off the road just before she got to the ranch’s entrance and freshened her lipstick, then made sure that her clothing was perfectly in place, ready to be messed up completely by the Governor.
A couple of minutes later she pulled her car up to the front of the ranch’s huge house, parked and got out. She strutted up to the front door, hips swaying provocatively, looking sensational and more than ready to get banged by another celebrity. This time, one who would probably become President of the United States.
As the ranch house door opened for Mona, the third Italian brother was pumping his hot cum shots down her daughter’s cock stuffed throat